"There are countless horrible things happening all over the world and horrible people prospering, but we must never allow them to disturb our equanimity or deflect us from our sacred duty to sabotage and annoy them whenever possible." -Auberon Waugh
Ding bust it, why in tarnation would anybody need more than one telephone in the house? Consarn it, you kids today with your "twenty three skidoo" and "hut sut ralston" and now it's extra phones. Whatever for, I ask you? You only have one mouth, what good does another phone do you? You 'sposed to put one to each ear, is that it?
Count me out. If one telephone down at the mercantile for the entire town was good enough for my father, there's no reason it isn't good enough for us!
My parents fell for this advertising. We started out with an old crank phone in the living room on a party line, then got a dial phone on a private line, then added a phone in the garage, then added a phone in the kitchen, and then...well that was all. I guess they had their limits.
I'm not sure, Rebecca, but that may have been frozen orange juice she was putting in the freezer.
I spotted the cans going into the freezer and figured they must have been frozen OJ.
Or else just props being put into another prop. When I was a kid we never had more than maybe two cans of OJ in there at a time, and they were just for Sunday breakfast after church. The rest of the time we could mix up a pitcher of Wyler's (for some reason I don't remember us ever having Kool-Ade... maybe it was because Wyler's was all in one packet and you didn't need to add about five pounds of sugar). Mostly we had a water jug in there.
Hey, I still get a kick out of having an ice and water dispenser on the door of my fridge.
Grandma Paco had a party line when my brother and I were still kids. We got a kick picking up the phone and listening to old ladies (it always seemed to be the same two old ladies) trying to one-up each other with competing lists of ailments.
We had a yellow wall mount in the kitchen with a loooong cord and a tan one in my parent's room. When I was on the phone and someone tried to use the other phone I'd wait til they were done dialing and go "Brrrrrrrrring! Brrrrrrrrrrrring! Hello." Man that ticked off my sister.
Extension phones were a fine way to ease drop on other conversations as well!
ReplyDeleteNot that I ever did, mind you. I just heard about it .....
Ding bust it, why in tarnation would anybody need more than one telephone in the house? Consarn it, you kids today with your "twenty three skidoo" and "hut sut ralston" and now it's extra phones. Whatever for, I ask you? You only have one mouth, what good does another phone do you? You 'sposed to put one to each ear, is that it?
ReplyDeleteCount me out. If one telephone down at the mercantile for the entire town was good enough for my father, there's no reason it isn't good enough for us!
Now get off my lawn, dab blast it!
Was that woman putting canned goods into her freezer?
ReplyDeleteMy parents fell for this advertising. We started out with an old crank phone in the living room on a party line, then got a dial phone on a private line, then added a phone in the garage, then added a phone in the kitchen, and then...well that was all. I guess they had their limits.
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure, Rebecca, but that may have been frozen orange juice she was putting in the freezer.
I spotted the cans going into the freezer and figured they must have been frozen OJ.
ReplyDeleteOr else just props being put into another prop. When I was a kid we never had more than maybe two cans of OJ in there at a time, and they were just for Sunday breakfast after church. The rest of the time we could mix up a pitcher of Wyler's (for some reason I don't remember us ever having Kool-Ade... maybe it was because Wyler's was all in one packet and you didn't need to add about five pounds of sugar). Mostly we had a water jug in there.
Hey, I still get a kick out of having an ice and water dispenser on the door of my fridge.
Grandma Paco had a party line when my brother and I were still kids. We got a kick picking up the phone and listening to old ladies (it always seemed to be the same two old ladies) trying to one-up each other with competing lists of ailments.
ReplyDeleteWe had a yellow wall mount in the kitchen with a loooong cord and a tan one in my parent's room.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was on the phone and someone tried to use the other phone I'd wait til they were done dialing and go "Brrrrrrrrring! Brrrrrrrrrrrring! Hello."
Man that ticked off my sister.