The telephone is my life.
It’s nice to talk to people on the telephone. Sometimes, when I have nothing to do, I’ll call somebody on the telephone. My friend will say “Hey.” And I’ll say “Hey.” And then I’ll just sit there. And my friend will say “What.” And I’ll just sit there. And then some time will go by. My friend will say “Did you see that?” And I’ll say “It’s a commercial right now.” And he’ll say “No, it’s the Price Is Right.” And I’ll say “I’m watching a soup commercial.” And he’ll say “Oh.”
I think payphones are sexy. Although, most of the payphones in my neighborhood are broken, I like how they look. I wish they worked. It’s nice to call someone from a payphone. You can watch cars pass. Or look at girls. Sometimes, it’s nice to stare at your reflection on the payphone box, play with the chord. Although, it’s harder to wrap your finger around a payphone chord, they’re made of chrome.
I miss stay-at-home telephones. It’s nice to come home, say “hello” to your telephone, sit down, check your answering machine. And wait. It’s nice to wait for someone to call. I like to wait for someone to call, read the TV Guide. Or pick up the telephone, listen to the dial tone, play with the cord, wrap it around my finger until my finger turns purple or something. Then put it down. I like telephones that you can hold like suitcase handles. Makes me feel like I am on a trip even when I am only talking to a friend about TV or the microwave oven.
I hope Melanie calls me tonight.
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