For a long time I thought that a rotary phone was one of those old wall mounted phones with the horn that you had to crank to make a call because all of those “things people born after 19XX don’t recognize” lists had rotary phones on them. I was born after 19XX and basically everyone I knew had one of these so it couldn’t be a rotary phone.
Hah! Those horn phones were rare in antique stores when I was a child. :)
I remember my parents telling me we didn’t own the phone (pictured) in their bedroom. Turns out it was rented from AT&T. Young me was shocked at the notion. “But it’s in our house!”
At some point we upgraded to a push button version, of our own. Don’t think AT&T wanted the old one back. Got one out of the trash, sitting here now, wife wants me to toss it. “No! That and mom’s cursive typewriter stay!”
For a long time I thought that a rotary phone was one of those old wall mounted phones with the horn that you had to crank to make a call because all of those “things people born after 19XX don’t recognize” lists had rotary phones on them. I was born after 19XX and basically everyone I knew had one of these so it couldn’t be a rotary phone.
Hah! Those horn phones were rare in antique stores when I was a child. :)
I remember my parents telling me we didn’t own the phone (pictured) in their bedroom. Turns out it was rented from AT&T. Young me was shocked at the notion. “But it’s in our house!”
At some point we upgraded to a push button version, of our own. Don’t think AT&T wanted the old one back. Got one out of the trash, sitting here now, wife wants me to toss it. “No! That and mom’s cursive typewriter stay!”
punch people with it. satisfying ding
https://youtu.be/EJSgBv-WrSw?t=103