Step aside, millennials, because today’s is all about the rotary dial telephone.
Oh, the anticipation of waiting until the number you dialed fell all the way back so you could dial the next one. Or having to wait hours until you got home, so you could find out if that guy you liked had finally called... and the (delayed) dizzy joy or crushing disappointment if he didn’t or didn’t.
Or the indignity of having to share one phone with your siblings, who could sneakily pick up the phone somewhere else in the house and listen in on your most secret (usually lovesick) conversations. Or having to pull the phone as far as it would go, snaking the cord under a closet or bathroom door, for blessed privacy. A phone that wasn’t just yours and that you couldn’t take anywhere with you! Imagine that?
Fellow dinosaurs, you remember these phones? If you do, share your favorite rotary dial phone memory in the comments!