i am letting the telephone ring
cause i don't want to know why
i don't want to hear you explain
i don't want to hear you cry
It's always somewhat humbling to find that something we disregard as the invisible furniture of our lives was once brand-spanking new and people had to be tutored on how to handle some marvellous new piece of techno-majik. These are from an old Bell handbook on telephone etiquette. No doubt future generations will regard our own quaint baby steps with similar amusement. (My aunt has an Edmonton phone book from the same era. Holy Privacy Concerns, Batman! Every residence listed also had the name of each person living there, their age, and occupation.)
Glub-glub-mo-blon?