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:
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.
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.
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.
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