my rents have a phone from the 70’s. it’s this yellow thing, mounted on the wall, with the rotary wheel and a long twirly cord.
It hasn’t really worked for the past 3 years.
my mother, sent out an e-mail to her children asking if we’d be devestated if they got a new phone. I replied that it’d be fine with me. The winning response goes to my sister Alicia who admitted:
“If we got a new phone I would cry endlessly for a week and wear
sackcloth and eat bitter herbs.”
that right there is pure genius.