As I was walking, out of the grocery store yesterday,
limping might be a better term because walking up and down the store aisles
encourages the MS in my leg muscles to rebel and try to quit working, but back
to my story. I saw a black metal object
in front of the store, was it a sculpture. No, it was where two pay phones were
once mounted.
Was I asleep or in hibernation the last ten or twenty years?
When did we quit using pay phones? I remember as a young girl being asked before
leaving the house two important questions…was I wearing clean underwear and did
I have money for the payphone. It was a dime in my younger years, but did go up
to a quarter sometime or other. Then came those glorious calling cards. We
thought those were the ultimate deal because we could spend every last cent we
had on our activities whether legal or not. What do you expect I went to high
school in the 60’s? Now, where are the pay phones?
I started my cell phone journey with the cumbersome bag
phone when it first came out. Gee did I think that was hot stuff, even though
two tin cans on a string provided more clarity.
Then I got the smaller more convenient phone that I’d need to park the
car and get out and walk around the car to find a spot for any somewhat decent reception.
About a dozen or more cell phones later I am using an iPhone, that talks back
to me, tells me where to go and how to get there and I never noticed our old
friend the payphone disappearing one by one.
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