Victory! Or is it?

It seemed too easy.  After I threatened to refuse access to Malala's realtor, the rental agency sent an email right away.  It turns out that her niece DID hear the construction noise, they were very sorry for my distress, and they offered a refund for the last two months of my lease.  Jubilant, I immediately started scouring the dozens of other agencies offering furnished apartments in BA.  I found the perfect one, sent in the reservation form, and waited for the promised call or email.  I'm still waiting.

This afternoon, I started to get nervous, so I tried to call the new agency.  It was just a recorded message, and I couldn't tell if I had actually reached the agency or if the phone # didn't work.  Such is the state of my Spanish comprehension.  I think I heard "fourteen", and possibly "breakfast".  I decided I needed a backup plan, so I sent out 7 different reservation requests to 7 different agencies.  When I was done, Malala's niece showed up at the door to see if everything was alright.  I asked her to thank her aunt for offering the refund, and she gave me a confused look.  She hadn't heard any noise yesterday, and besides, the labourers told her they would be done by Friday!  What refund?

I think I finally understand the meaning of that old Argentine saying:  "Never Riverdance with a briefcase in Gay City."