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drop the dime on it
Scene: a dead body is sprawled facedown on the sidewalk. Â Yellow police tape cordons off the area. Â Two detectives are squatting down near the body talking to the medical examiner. Â A witness says that the victim was walking down the street when a car came around the corner, hit the person, and drove off in a hurry.
A uniformed cop comes up and says, “Detectives, we found a call placed from the payphone across the street at the same time our victim was murdered.”
The detectives trade a knowing glance: this is no accident.
Can you spot the error in this scenario? Â It’s quite obvious when you look for it.
Where the hell do they still have payphones?
Maybe I just live in a city where they have removed them all, but I haven’t seen a payphone for years. Â I haven’t had to carry change around since sophomore year in high school when I needed to call home after soccer practice.
Quick: your cellphone is dead, and apparently all the normal landlines around you are, oh I don’t know, covered in ants or something.  Where is the nearest payphone for you to make an emergency call to your favorite take-out Chinese place?  You don’t know, do you?
I used to laugh at old folks who thought making a call from a payphone cost a dime. Â I’d scoff and shake my head and say, you fools, it costs 25 cents now. Â Then they went and upped it to 35 cents, and frankly I hated that you had to have a dime and a quarter because I never had a dime. Â Then apparently it went up to 50 cents, but nobody cared anymore because it was easier to ask your friend who had rich parents that gave them a cell phone.
Remember that phone they had? Â It was the size of three Snickers bars taped together, with an antenna that was about the size of the one on your car, and had a screen that was capable of only showing grayscale numbers. Â But it was so freaking cool and you were jealous.
The only thing payphones are used for now are cliches in crime dramas, and now that “Law & Order” is off the air, hopefully even that one will go away.
Scene: the uniformed cop comes up to the detectives and says, “Detectives, we traced a call to a Skype account on an iPhone in a mobile hotspot not far from here!”
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about 1 year ago
I called my girlfriend in San Francisco from Hawaii and had it charged to my parents phone. It was $80 + dollars and my parents shit a brick. Like $200 today. I had to pay it back and didn’t have any money for three months. Glad the fuckers are gone now. Less temptation (which I am not good at avoiding.)
about 1 year ago
who is? last time i was wandering the dessert aisle, i was tempted. it’s almost biblical
about 1 year ago
I got locked out of my apartment last winter and, of course, had forgotten to bring my cell phone out with me. I drove around for a good 30 minutes looking for a payphone so that I could call my husband and as soon as I found one outside of a Wal-Mart, discovered that it was broken (and smelled like an asshole).
I ended up cutting a screen out of one of the patio windows and breaking into my own house just to get back in…my husband came home roughly 2 minutes later.
about 1 year ago
Now that I think about it, I don’t think my city has any pay phones either. What has the world become?