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Haven’t seen this in quite a while. When was the last time you saw one?
I may have worded the question wrong.
What is missing from this picture?
What is missing?
I got nuthin’…
No recognition. No recall. No mental connection with the image of those things mounted to the wall.
They remind me of the tool used for checking the gauge of wire, but bigger than any I’ve ever used.
similar to this:
Hahahahah! PAY-phone mount. Having worked for the Big-Ma-Bell over thirty years ago — I shoulda known that.
And the wall behind it and the horizontal surfaces — yup! I should have known that one.
Hah!. Yep. There were phone books in that little cubby, at one time.
Who still uses phone books?
I still don’t see it
I would not have gotten that.
So I was right.
More or less.
Recalling my mom delivering phone books. I’d be with her in our station wagon and hand them to her one or two at a time from the car.
A few days ago someone dropped off one of those miniature yellow pages phone books. It went straight into the recycle bin. Feeling a tad guilty.
It makes sense, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen an empty mount before.
Don’t feel guilty Cathy. We get 3-6 different yellow pages delivered a year and each one ends up in a land fill somewhere because I don’t use them and I’ve got enough useless crap in the house that I actually wanted. I’m not letting a stranger decide what useless crap I have in the house.
Hahahah! Ok. Thanks Digital.
‘Tad’ guilt just diminished to ‘teeny-weenie.’
Their printed pages really stink too! Bet inhaling when you page through them causes life-style diseases.
Speaking of useless crap, anyone else ever see old phone books sitting in out-houses to be used as toilet paper?
I have only briefly experienced the joy of ye olde traditional family outshouse, once, when I was a child. I didn’t use it. I just backed away. City kid. Nah gundoit
The founder of my company used to take junk mail like catalogues and phone books, soak them with water, roll them up tight, then bind them with string. Once they dried out he used them in the wood burning heater he kept in his work shop.
I took that photo in the Egg Factory restaurant. Never realized that I hadn’t seen payphones in a while until that moment.
if you use an outhouse a spider will crawl up on your butt
I pooped in a shoe box
You know those indoor phone booths that were in public buildings that were basically a tall niche in the wall, with the folding glass doors?
I was walking by a series of those in an old building with some classmates today and they didn’t know what they were. They had never seen them before.
yeah but I was talking about when we were kids, not yesterday
*hides the shoe box*
Oh.. you mean like, now.
We used to dream of pooping in a shoebox! Back in my day, we had to use a hollowed out porcupine soaked in tabasco sauce!
You don’t go with the porcupine you want – you go with the porcupine you have.
Sobek channels his inner lauraw.
I only did that once, Geezer, and the porcupine was unharmed. Upset and smelly, but unharmed.
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