“Frickin’ cell phones are the scourge of our existence. Here you go, you’re gonna pay a shit load of money each month, to carry around this over-sized hunk of crap in your pocket, and then anybody in the world will be able to call you anytime they damn well please, and interrupt whatever you’re doing, wherever you’re at, anytime day or night. And you signed up for that shit? Come on . . . They need to bring back pay phones. You want to talk about nostalgia, think about standing there, jukebox blaring, finger stuck in one ear, trying like hell to hear what the person on the other end was saying. And then you get that notification; the countdown, that if you don’t immediately put more money in that damn thing, they’re gonna cut you off. Digging in your pockets for a dime or a nickel, but you never found it in time, did you? Remember that shit? Those were the good old days.”
―
River Dixon,
The Stories In Between
