I was talking to someone the other day and mentioned about a mishap I had. I got the phone cord wrapped around something and it pulled it on the floor.
He looked at me like I was an Alien. ( yes, my hair saw a brush that morning). So then he said ” what” ? I then told him about the “good old days”.
Yes, I still use that box that hangs on the wall in the kitchen that is connected to a long cord. For all you young people, that is what was called a telephone in the “good ole days”. This one doesn’t have the round dial on it but I do have one in storage .
In those days, all of the phones were connected to the wall, and you couldn’t just pick it up and move around the house. You had to sit or stand right there and talk {gasp}. But it was a “good thing” too because you didn’t have to do housework at that time. You couldn’t do it because you couldn’t do it with the phone.
You didn’t have to worry about people going potty while talking either ( come on, you know someone who does that).
There were a few bad things about it. What was a pain in the rear to have to carry around a dime ( you read that right) so you could make a call in a “pay phone”. With the look on his face at this point, I knew I had to explain the pay phone and while I was at it I had better explain about the “phone booths”. Ah, the good old days, how I wish I could go back. Wait, wait…. Just to visit.
I’m shuttering with the thought of staying back there. Hey wait…can I go back with the knowledge that I have now? If so, Heck yes, I’ll go back and I’m ready to go back there now!! {laugh}
Have a good day and please come back.