Thursday, July 03, 2008

Urban fossil

During my bike ride yesterday, I stopped at Chino's taqueria, which was an oasis of carnitas goodness in an otherwise unfamiliar (and at around 4 pm on a Wednesday a kind of scary) Outer Richmond area. As I sat down to ingest the calories (or maybe 2x the calories) I had just managed to burn off during my ride in the form of a super burrito, I looked up and saw this.

Now, while it is comforting to know that I can still get a good hot carl any time I want to, I realized that it had been a long time since I had actually noticed a pay phone. I'm sure I've walked by a few lately, but I'd never actually been near one in recent memory. Kind of weird really. I mean this is how I used to call my parents in middle school to tell them that I was hanging out with my friends in the Carl Jr.'s parking lot and that I wouldn't be home for dinner. Now all I can think of is that I should really carry Purell instant hand sanitizer everywhere I go.

3 comments:

tangobaby said...

I hate to tell you this, but Purell doesn't work. All it does is dry out your skin.

But I am a glutton for carnitas and so I thank you for the tip about Chino's. I'll try to be careful.

Melissa said...

My oldest step-kid is 13 and she doesn't know what a pay phone is. Kind of creepy. And yet she can't stop texting at meals. You would think someone soooo attached to the phone would know about their history.

Strange Bird said...

I was watching an episode of SATC with my rommate the other night (Season 3) and Carrie made a call from a payphone. I was shocked (shocked!). I kind of forgot they existed.