The courthouse provides lockers for such items as
pocketknives, but those fill up quickly. The fact this happens tell me a large
number of the population is walking the streets with knives and other weapons.
It sends a shiver down my spine.
Courthouse officials said they would install pay phones as a
way to deal with the cell phone problem. Pay phones, wouldn’t that be a blast
from the past? It would be renewed interest for something that’s become
obsolete… just like the record album which is popular again thanks to interest
from young people. Who knows, if we wait long enough maybe Blockbuster will return.
Since there is a generation that has never seen a pay phone
I wonder - will they know how to use it and will they resent its physical
confines? A pay phone has a cord so you can’t walk and talk and it’s about the
size of an airplane toilet, giving one the sense of claustrophobia.
As for me, using a pay phone may cause great anxiety. Why?
Thanks to my cell phone I no longer remember (or chose to remember) anybody’s
phone number. That’s what a cell is for. Oh, I can tell you what # they are in
my phone, but I just can’t tell you their #. The more technology progresses,
the less we need to know.
Recently, thanks to
my GPS I drove to unfamiliar address. When I had to make the same trip a second
time I again used my GPS. Why? I relied on my GPS and didn’t bother to memorize
street names. I let it become my crutch.
In the future when I go to the courthouse I’ll have to rely
on my rolodex for when I use the pay phone. I certainly can’t rely on my
memory.
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