oh my god i'm cleaning out my desk and i found my first phone
it was a fucking house phone that i was so stoked to have because it was mine that i kept in my own room and i cannot believe technology has progressed at the speed of FUCKING light to the point where this is a hilarious artifact to have had in like 6th grade and now theres kindergarteners with iphones
How did you know if you dialed the right number
each button made a different tone so the numbers you dialed a lot became a subconscious melody in your head and if you hit the wrong button by accident it would sound like a wrong note in a song you know by heart
i can’t beleive that is a legitimate question in my lifetime
Other acceptable answer: the wrong person answers on the other end.
Another acceptable answer: the robot lady comes on the phone and tells you number doesn’t exist.
I feel old.
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I’m excited for OP, but if that was OP’s first phone, them I feel real old or OP was luckier than me.
Even my own first phone was attached to the base with a phone cord and had huge buttons on it. We had a rotary dial phone when I was real little but we’d progressed to press buttons when I got my own phone around 14y.o. in 91. We were among the last to get a cordless phone.
I was the last, after Mom and in-laws to accept the necessity of a mobile phone and my in-laws (b.1932 & b.1937) did away with their landline phone, before us.
We were even later… My parents used a phone with a chord until around 2003! It stood in the hallway so everyone in the house could hear your conversation, there was no privacy. I never had my own landline phone, and even when I got my first cell phone in 2002-ish (aged 17), I was supposed to use it only in emergencies because it was super expensive. Even with the landline you couldn’t talk long because there was no flatrate and my parents always reminded me that it costs money. And while we’re at “granny tells stories from the past” 😉: We also only had 1 computer in the entire house, my dad’s. From 2001 it had a (unbelievably slow) internet connection and my brother and I were sometimes, for limited time and under supervision, allowed to use it. I didn’t have my own labtop/computer until I moved out at age 19 (and smartphones weren’t a thing yet.
