Hello, Anybody home?

The home phone
is becoming a dinosaur...

"The Telephonosaurus"

and we don't have the ice age or asteroids
 to blame on it's extinction.

Now we all own 
cell phones 
that ring

Bruce…Beiber…or...Beyonce tunes 

in our pockets or purses.

I remember back in the day

when our phone at home would ring 

and we'd jump to answer it…

had to know who was on the other end. 

And if it wasn't for you,

 you'd yell 

"SO-AND-SO, TELEPHONE."

(hey, who ya calling a so-and-so?) 

Then you'd stretch the cord as far as it could go 

to get another 4 inches of privacy.

And whenever you heard:

“IT’S LONG DISTANCE"

 you'd break your neck or stub your toe

 to get to the phone ASAP.   

With long distance calls there was no dilly dallying.

  Extra tick tocks on the clock were costly.

I didn't get long distance calls…

until I met my boyfriend, (turned husband) 

PaulA.  

Nothing was more exciting than hearing: 

"KAT, TELEPHONE.  
IT'S LONG DISTANCE."

  Knowing that PaulA was breathing on the other end 

(okay, not scary heavy breathing) 

I'd drop whatever I was doing, 

run through the house, 

jump over the dog,

 and grab the phone.  

Our home phone rarely rings these days.

I would venture to say, that is the case in most households.  
And usually the person calling your home phone

 is someone you'd rather not hear from,

 let alone break anything for.   

Let it ring.

Anywhoooo……

I also remember calling home from college…
which meant using the pay phone 

on our dorm floor.  

One phone was shared by 

30 girls on the same 

"call home on Sunday" schedule.

We would all have to wait and take turns, 
and wait some more…

It's sounds crazy when I think about it now.

And when it was my turn... 

I found a way to settle in.