The new phone book arrived last week, deposited there by the front door like some vile yellow booby trap.
Luckily, I don't use the front door.
Do I appear to the neighbors as white trash for not bringing it in? Do I care? No, I don't, but maybe I should. Might be a good new years' resolution.. to . . . care about appearances.
Then again, why should I risk hernial disaster by picking up the cursed thing?
My computer cost me $250 a couple years ago, bought from a geek kid off of craigslist. He built it-- my son certified it. Terrabyte memory. It works great.
My internet connection is by cable... not nearly google fiber
speed, which is now available exclusively in Kansas City by the way (suck my flyover zone!), but pretty darned quick. $24.95 a month. May be extravagant, right, but I do business off the thing... besides
I can google or otherwise search up any phone number in the history of phones, even back to Green Acres days
, in less time than it takes to...
. . . say "yes dahlink?"
Informal poll: who amongst you or anyone you know looks up phone numbers in a book somewhere between two inches and two feet thick?
Question two- how many of you, and I am genuinely curious, still have a home phone which might be listed in one of these.. books? I shut down my last hard wired phone years ago
And yet, every single household gets one of these ugly and cumbersome reminders of the days before we wiped the DoDo bird off the planet?
How about they print four or five phone books per city, for the people that truly do need them, and then even volunteer to deliver them to those folks upon their requests by smoke signal? I'll deliver the damned things myself. Hell, they can have mine!
Seriously, how much paper? How many trees?
How many hernias, broken bones... suicides?