Me, my brain and communication asymmetry
When I was single-digit years old, my tiny home town still used landline telephony with manual switchboards. My parents had to raise the receiver, wait for some human operator to pick up, say the number they wanted to call out loud, and wait for the operator to do whatever magic necessary. Not that I cared about things this mundane back then, but I saw this scene so many times it’s engraved in my memory.
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