Last time you used a pay phone?
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My car broke down. This was about 2000.
Probably about two years ago, when I had to go to an assignment in a godforsaken area, which I didn't know, on the outskirts, which had no clear signs, nor frequently enough numbered doors. My mobile battery had very helpfully chosen to die. I was extremely late (about 40 mins), and needed to inform my employers I was on my way, before they canceled the appointment. Boy was I thankful to see a payphone!
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I used the pay phone at Melrose and Robertson just before Christmas when I had to activate replacement Blackberry #3. That, and whenever I need to reach my number one gigolo, jkladis.
Still waiting on my money, bitch.
Still waiting on my money, bitch.
The last 3 times I have used one, someone was calling me. For some reason lately pay phones ring when I walk past them. Twice the people had gotten the wrong phone number and thanked me for picking up the phone to tell them. The last time it was a collection company looking for a deadbeat. The really strange thing is that 2 of the times it happened I was walking by the same pay phone.
The last time was around 3 years ago or so, when my car broke down and i had to use a pay phone to get a lift.
I asked the last one for my bread, instead bitch gave me a black eye.
A few years ago. I had a tire blow out on a freeway, I didn't have a spare, and I didn't own a cell phone at the time. So, I decided to walk to the nearest payphone (that I knew of, which was at the next exit, 2.5 miles away.) Half a mile into my walk a guy stopped and gave me a ride to the exit (yeah, I know, riding with strangers is dangerous. However, I'm big and strong. I would have made raping and/or kidnapping me fairly difficult if he was anything other than a Good Samaritan) and then I called AAA. I explained my situation and the guy on the phone got a tow truck and then recommended getting me a cab back to my car. He put me on hold while he arranged everything. When he came back, he told me 30 minutes for the tow truck and an hour and a half for the cab. So I said "screw that, I'll walk." and got to it.
Five minutes later I realized that, while walking at a leisurely pace it would take less than half the wait for the cab, but to meet the tow truck I'd have to run. So, I ran most of the distance (running two miles isn't impossible for me, but is somewhat difficult. I'm not that out-of-shape, but I am a fat-ass.) Once I was close enough to see my car, I saw that the tow truck had picked it up and just started driving off. Once he closed the distance and picked me up, he said "You could have just stayed where you were, AAA told me where you were." It took all my willpower not to hit him.
An hour later I had the tire replaced and was ready to go. I sat in my car, thinking: "I just ran my fat ass two miles... I think I'm going to go buy a cell phone." So I left the tire place, and went straight to Radio Shack and got a phone.
About a year later, I almost had to use one again, but didn't. Car trouble again. Yes, it was a tire problem, and yes, it could have easily been fixed if I had a spare. Anyway, it was evening and all the tire places were closed. My cell phone battery was dead. The only pay phone I could find was in the lobby of a grocery store that had closed half an hour previously. It was winter, and windy, so I wasn't in the mood for a long walk. Instead, I stood outside the store and got the attention of the first employee I saw. He came to the entrance and opened the sliding door just enough to talk through (don't blame him. I'm big and scary and it was dark.) So I said: "I'm having car trouble and my cell died, can I use that pay phone right there?" He said "Sorry, I can't do that." and went to close the door. So I said "Do you know where there's another one around here? I didn't see any." At this point I guess he decided I wasn't up to anything and really just needed to use the phone, so he took his cell out of his pocket and handed it to me. I grabbed his hand, pulled him against the door, and demanded he open it and let me in. After he did that, I got out my gun and held him hostage while other employees emptied the safe and put it in a bag for me. Then I was like "Ha! You were wrong! That's what you get for trying to help people!"
Ok, I didn't really. I use his cell to call for a ride and thanked him, but you people reading this were caught off guard and are now amused. Sorry if I caused you to exclaim "what the fuck?!" in front of your children.
I guess I could have just said "two hours before I bought a cell phone" instead of all that stuff I just typed, but the was I did it was better.
Five minutes later I realized that, while walking at a leisurely pace it would take less than half the wait for the cab, but to meet the tow truck I'd have to run. So, I ran most of the distance (running two miles isn't impossible for me, but is somewhat difficult. I'm not that out-of-shape, but I am a fat-ass.) Once I was close enough to see my car, I saw that the tow truck had picked it up and just started driving off. Once he closed the distance and picked me up, he said "You could have just stayed where you were, AAA told me where you were." It took all my willpower not to hit him.
An hour later I had the tire replaced and was ready to go. I sat in my car, thinking: "I just ran my fat ass two miles... I think I'm going to go buy a cell phone." So I left the tire place, and went straight to Radio Shack and got a phone.
About a year later, I almost had to use one again, but didn't. Car trouble again. Yes, it was a tire problem, and yes, it could have easily been fixed if I had a spare. Anyway, it was evening and all the tire places were closed. My cell phone battery was dead. The only pay phone I could find was in the lobby of a grocery store that had closed half an hour previously. It was winter, and windy, so I wasn't in the mood for a long walk. Instead, I stood outside the store and got the attention of the first employee I saw. He came to the entrance and opened the sliding door just enough to talk through (don't blame him. I'm big and scary and it was dark.) So I said: "I'm having car trouble and my cell died, can I use that pay phone right there?" He said "Sorry, I can't do that." and went to close the door. So I said "Do you know where there's another one around here? I didn't see any." At this point I guess he decided I wasn't up to anything and really just needed to use the phone, so he took his cell out of his pocket and handed it to me. I grabbed his hand, pulled him against the door, and demanded he open it and let me in. After he did that, I got out my gun and held him hostage while other employees emptied the safe and put it in a bag for me. Then I was like "Ha! You were wrong! That's what you get for trying to help people!"
Ok, I didn't really. I use his cell to call for a ride and thanked him, but you people reading this were caught off guard and are now amused. Sorry if I caused you to exclaim "what the fuck?!" in front of your children.
I guess I could have just said "two hours before I bought a cell phone" instead of all that stuff I just typed, but the was I did it was better.
I don't remember how long ago was the last time I used a pay phone. My wired phone was acting up and I didn't want to risk burning cell phone minutes waiting on hold for the phone company's toll free customer "service" line.
Some technician had switched the polarity on my wire pair a few years earlier, disabling my phones' touch pads. Unfortunately the problem had been "repaired" by a compensating switch at another location. When the original switch was discovered it was corrected, reversing the polarity powering the touch pads again!
Some technician had switched the polarity on my wire pair a few years earlier, disabling my phones' touch pads. Unfortunately the problem had been "repaired" by a compensating switch at another location. When the original switch was discovered it was corrected, reversing the polarity powering the touch pads again!
Just a couple weeks ago. I had to go into the city to obtain a visa from the Indian consulate. I had read up on instructions before I went and they were very clear that no electronics or even bags were to be allowed inside. They also didn't provide storage. I didn't know how long it would take me, so I had to call my husband from a pay phone at the train station to let him know when to pick me up. The phones were nasty and most did not work.
Of course at the consulate itself, they did not have any security and the man in front of me had not only his cell phone out, but got on his laptop as well at some point! So much for the signs they had posted. I hate that I follow rules so completely.
Of course at the consulate itself, they did not have any security and the man in front of me had not only his cell phone out, but got on his laptop as well at some point! So much for the signs they had posted. I hate that I follow rules so completely.
Probably when I was stuck in Japan with no money except for a few yen. That's an awkward way to wake up.
