A friend of mine gave me my chuckle for the week when she posted something very familiar to me.
She wrote that she comes from the generation that used to have to call a telephone number to get the correct time of the day.
“The time is 3 p.m. and the current temperature is 105 degrees,” the automated woman’s voice would tell the caller.
I don’t know how many times I called that number when I was a kid and we had to reset our clocks after a monsoon storm knocked out the power in our neighborhood.
Sometimes I called on our old rotary phone, which reminds me of something else I recently saw on Facebook: a video of a group of current teens and tweens trying to figure out how to use a rotary phone. Most of them struggled, but one of them eventually figured out how to dial.
I hated rotary phones. They took forever to dial and sometimes hurt your fingers. Thank God for the push-button!