Give a break, give me a break, break me off a piece...'cause I was 9 then, 64 years ago.
Friday, 1961... cousin Joyce, then an 8th grader. Science teacher say, "Go home this weekend, get a partner... comeback Monday with your idea for an invention for the future.
Her, partner, did. They proudly, creatively, drew up a picture of a 'portable phone' with a screen on it, and you could actuality see the person you were talking to on the other end.
Hanna-Barbera you ain't got nuttin' on my cuz because your 'I can see you' video computer call on the Jetsons didnt happen until later on the 60's.
Teach collected the ideas... browsed through them... Tweren't 20 minutes later, teach, peering down with her eyes over her bifocals, incredulous look on her face, uttered, "Never happen. Take a couple days, come back Wednesday with a realistic idea."
Bummer.
(Not so fast forward) "Sarah, ring me Aunt Bea please."
My Grandmother's Bible. She recorded historic events, births, snowfalls, yada, in the margins of he Bible: "1958... Darrell (my cuz), age 3, dialed his own phone number."
19-fitty-nine, a phone booth at a YMCA in Durbin, South Africa, 25, that's TWENTY-FIVE students stuffed themselves in a phone booth for the record.
"Hello".. "Ralph?" "No, sorry, this is Steve.. we've got a party line. Please hang up, call back, I won't answer, hopefully Ralph will."
"Honey, you GOTTA watch how long you talk to so-and-so in Texas, our long distance bill is $79.43 cents!" (Back then, hella lot.)
Pagers.
Bag phones
MOM! She's STILL on AOL, I've GOT to make a phone call!
And Paul Harvey to today.
iPhones for you rich and famous, Androids for poor poor pitiful me's.
This and that. First cell call ever, April 3rd, 1973. First text message "Merry Christmas". I was kinda hoping it was a Selfie Pic, along with the verbiage "See teach?! Toldya!"
We look at our phones 150 times per day, that's up from 80-something I'd Googled not too many years back. Hell, think how the divorce rate might dwindle if only we looked at our spouse 150 times a day. (Ahm Victor? Yes? Might have the opposite effect.)
Scooby Dooby Doo says "Rut Roh" as the vast majority of cell phones are made in China.
Nomophobia is an addiction to your cell phone.
I enjoy watching a Major League Baseball game... noticing THE person behind the catcher who looks at their phone more than the batter. THEN, I go online, look at ticket prices for that specific seat in that specific stadium to see how much money she wasted. (MISOGYNIST! AM NOT! ARE TOO! HOLY SH*T $347!!!
Ahm Victor? Pot, kettle? Ain't you the one I saw at The Landing a few nights back, drinking a $5 beer playing Sudoku on your phone? Sorry, can't hearya, we gotta bad connection.
I just called, to say, I love you. 867-5309. (Don't forget Junior's number BR-549). K, won't.
Not to be confused with Beechwood 4-5789. Operator.
We're so sorry, Uncle Albert, but if anything should happen we'll be sure to give a ring.
Call Roto Rooter that's the name..
"Hello, baby!
Yeah, this is the Big Bopper speakin'!
Oh, you sweet thing!
Do I what?
Will I what?
Oh baby, you know what I like!"
This whole dayum blog idea went haywire. Original plan was to relate how Spectrum recorded me, during the sale of the wifi/streaming package they sold me for such and sucha a price. "Will it have FanDuel so I can watch The Royals?" Uh huh.
Two boxes overnighted, a kajillion cords connected, two packs'a cigs during same, YEAH BABY, connected, cold one in hand, recliner reclined. Gametime, yeah baby!
Uh oh.
"Press 1 for English."
"I see you're calling from....is that the number on the account you're calling about?
YES.
"Allright, in a few words, please tell us why you're calling. You can say things like 'tech support... billing..." I AINT GOT FANDUEL!
"I'm sorry, I didn't understand." Representative". So I can connect you to the correct person.. could you, in a few words.. REPRESENTATIVE!
Please hold, your aproximate wait time is 38 minutes.
So, first guy wanted $10 more a month. Nuh uh, go listen to the recording, better yet, can I speak to your supervisor?
This is Lea. How can I help you? Pete, repeat, "recorded, promised FanDuel, I ain't got FanDuel."
"Well that's $10 more a month."
Please check the recording.
Victor. You are arguing over $10? Uh huh, that's a 15-pack of Natty Light a month.
So. Sales reps. Manager Lea. Now, her manager, whatever his name is. MISOGYNIST! AM NOT!
Stay tuned.
Item #7 on scavenger hunt: Take a picture of a phone booth. 'Wherethehell we gonna find onea those?'
Call me, we'll catchup.
Love, Victurd
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