“I must be dreaming!” I said to myself as I walked around the corner of the old brick building and saw the aging phone booth.
“I haven’t seen one of those in years!” Cell phones had pretty much sent phone booths the way of the dinosaur.
Even though I never had the cause to use them much, they did hold a sweet ring of nostalgia.
I walked up to the phone booth, running my finger over the fading red paint on the surrounding box. I smiled as I saw the push button dial, even with the buttons, it seemed quaint.
“What? 50 cents?” I sighed. I looked up to see the modern building and knew I was in the present time after all.
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Helena Hann-Basquiat said,
May 23, 2013 @ 1:17 am
I remember the first time I saw one at 50 cents, rather than a quarter, and I was shocked, darling. Simply shocked. Nice nostalgic piece.
beebeesworld said,
May 23, 2013 @ 1:18 am
I don’t think I have ever seen one for 50 cents! beebee
waitingforaname said,
May 23, 2013 @ 4:09 am
Loved the surprise ending. Fifty cents, indeed! 🙂
Jean Alaba said,
May 23, 2013 @ 9:00 am
I can’t remember the las time I’ve seen an old phone booth. Nostalgia.
rochellewisoff said,
May 23, 2013 @ 10:04 am
Dear Beebee,
Not only do I remember phone booths, but I remember rotary dials and 10 cent calls. Nice story.
shalom,
Rochelle
Kwadwo said,
May 23, 2013 @ 10:33 am
A walk through memory lane. Every now and then, you’ll come across an obsolete machine like a gramophone, a record player or VCR and they bring back memories and nostaligia.
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Sandra Bennett said,
May 23, 2013 @ 2:12 pm
In the 1960’s when I was a temporary switchboard operator at the telephone company, I recall that we listened to the sound as each coin
was dropped into the slot, in order to know whether the customer had put in the correct amount for their long diatance call… Quarter, dime, and nickel made individual sounds…Thanks for stirring my memory !
sustainabilitea said,
May 23, 2013 @ 2:36 pm
I remember party lines! My dad always liked to check the change box on all the pay phones and it was amazing how often he found money in them.
janet
Penny L Howe said,
May 23, 2013 @ 6:52 pm
This does appear to be a prompt to recall yesterdays. I enjoyed your story. Well done! 🙂
Sheryl said,
May 24, 2013 @ 1:21 am
Both the post and the comments brought back wonderful memories–pay phones, rotary dials, party lines. . .
petrujviljoen said,
May 25, 2013 @ 10:11 am
Memories? What do you all mean memories. There’s a few in the small town close by where I live and I’ve had more than one occasion to use it when there’s no signal for phoning from a cell phone.
anelephantcant said,
May 26, 2013 @ 10:56 am
Nicely written evocation of simpler times.
lingeringvisions said,
May 26, 2013 @ 6:16 pm
I remember when they were a dime!
Linda Vernon said,
May 27, 2013 @ 10:53 pm
Those old phones are pretty rare alright, I don’t blame your heroine for thinking she went back in time.
yerpirate said,
May 29, 2013 @ 7:26 am
Makes one think of how societies change…
goethalsart said,
June 13, 2013 @ 5:09 am
Nice evocation of “the good old times”.In Belgium, it’s hard to find a cell phone.Sometimes I think that life was easier when Apple and Blackberry were just fruits.
Eddie Two Hawks said,
June 13, 2013 @ 8:13 pm
absolutely amazing; haven’t seen one of those in very long time!