Our land line had a “party line,” so if you did want to call a friend you may pick up the phone and hear some other people talking and you had to wait until they were done.
Some were, some weren’t. We had the handy dandy little rewind machines behind the counter.
We always checked the movies that came back, had to. I can’t tell you how many times someone would bring back a personal tape of theirs. Or some just brought back an empty case, really? I could understand this when it was mixed in with a bunch, but to bring back a single case with nothing?
My best friend worked at a Fotomat, anyone remember these Foto Huts? It was a drive through kiosk that would develop your pics the next day, not days.
When she had to use the restroom, she had to lock up the hut, walk across the parking lot, and use the bathroom in a large store (can’t remember what was there).
Edit: just looked her up and she is 64. That test card ran from 1967-1998. Can you imagine a TV company sticking with the same thing for over 30 years now!?
Family arguments could go on for days, weeks, years even about the silliest things, like song lyrics or who the actor was in the movie. You couldn’t just google the answers so you just argued it out.
I was so excited when I got my own land line. I had to get off it for anyone to use the internet though because it was also the dial up internet line
My boombox was one of my favorite thing. Recording songs off the radio and making mix tapes.
Hiding a long story about mapquest, click here to read it
Long time ago, in 2002, I went on a roadtrip with my wife, young kids, and my Mom. We drove from Seattle to Yosemite for a wedding.
I printed out directions from mapquest.
Everything seemed fine until we found our selves off the main freeway in a neighborhood. We kept following the directions and the road got narrow amd houses sparse. The paved road turned to gravel as it started climbing up a large mountain.
The gravel turned to dirt and the road narrowed to a single lane. After a few switchbacks, my Wife began to seriously doubt that we were on the right path. When 15 inch deep ruts appeared on the road, I conceited and backed all the way down to the bottom.
It was late, it was dark, and we were in the middle of nowhere, 1,000 miles from home. With no phone, no map, the only thing we could do was pick a direction and drive in hopes that we find a gas station or something. We ended driving about 30 miles before finding a gas station. I popped in and asked for directions. Our destination was about 70 miles down the same road and direction we were on!!
We ended up getting there an hour later. At the wedding, I was talking to one of the staff and regaled her about the misadventure that mapquest put us on. She laughed and said, I know that road. I looked at her and said, you do? She said yes, it comes out right there! And pointed to my left, where next to the the hotel was a single lane dirt road that went off into the mountains. She said that the road is a popular shortcut for locals, but requires a 4x4 to make it over. Our minivan wouldn’t have made it.
Also…
Let the land line phone ring twice then hang up, then once then hang up as a code to the other person that you were ready. If they answered the phone or would incur a charge.
With rotary phones you could slam the receiver down and hang up in someone’s face when you were mad. Can’t get violent like that with a cell phone. Not the same.