I was wondering if after all these years you’d like to meetĬall me, don’t be afraid you can call me, There are many great pop songs to prove it, too. Let’s face it, the telephone is a vehicle of seduction, and will forever remain a direct line to love won, love lost, and everything in between. Once upon a time when I was a teen, how I longed for that phone to ring! Will he ever call? Remember spending hours and hours on the phone gabbing with your girlfriends? Oh, the angst, high drama, and gossip burning up those lines! Judy Moody likes the earpiece that goes with it. This little egg phone sits next to my desktop. Bedside table phoneĮveryone has a phone booth, right? Where else to change into your Superwoman costume? Our payphone takes quarters. It wasn’t a status symbol, it didn’t foster bad manners (why do people assume we want to hear private conversations in restaurants and other public spaces?), and it didn’t blow up and catch fire. Yes, in the old days, a telephone was solely about one person talking to another. We have several different phones connected to it they remind me of simpler times when a phone wasn’t a camera, calculator, flashlight, map, weather report, internet browser, jukebox, photo editor, personal shopper, address book, talking personal assistant, and mailman rolled into one. We still have our landline a good backup in case of power outages and jammed networks and such. Keep those emails and snail mail letters coming!īut back to the romance of telephones. I suppose I’ll always prefer the written word to the spoken one. Don’t hang up, no, don’t you do it now, don’t hang up!
I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled - sorry, I am too grumpy to make small talk. Introverts hate to be interrupted, jolted out of deep concentration, expected to instantly transition into polite conversation. I admit, this is pure introvert behavior. Beechwood 4-5789, you can call me up and have a date, any old time. Nine times out of ten it’s a robocall, an annoying credit card alert, a “can you hear me okay?” scam, someone asking for a donation, usually with that annoying opener: “How are you today?” I hate how the phone interrupts whatever I’m doing: Pay attention to me me me! Pick me up! Stop and talk to me NOW!! No, you didn’t call at a bad time. Amazing!Įveryone, but everyone, uses the phone, from Presidents Heck, as long as you have a tuxedo and the right calling plan, you can phone anyone long distance, over time and space. If you’re in the mood, you can even have a right neighborly chew-the-fat chat. We can’t go on together with suspicious minds. You can be firm, authoritative, and persuasive even in your shorts. You never have to dress up to talk on the phone. They can’t see your funny facial expressions! Pretend you’re really interested in what the other person is saying even when you couldn’t care less. When it rings, you just never know who wants to speak to you, only you. Remember rotary dials and party lines (okay, maybe you’re too young for that)? The point is, there was a sense of design to old telephones along with their utility.Īnd the best people talk on phones. I love the way the old ones look, from candlestick to wooden wall crank to trimlines to princess phones. I’ve always had a love-hate relationship with telephones. ~ from Counting Myself Lucky (Blacksparrow Press, 1992) I stretch and amble out into the sunshineįor the human voice and the good news of friends I go comb my hair which begins to sparkle It rings and I am alerted to love or gossip It tells me that I am in the world and wanted My happiness depends on an electric applianceĪnd I do not mind giving it so much credit
“The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.” ~ Virginia Woolf
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