It wasn’t too long ago that I used a telephone booth. There was one in the hospital where I worked from 1996-2000. Whenever I stepped into the small private compartment and shut the folding door I felt safe. At ease to speak without being overheard and able to see people passing unaware of my presence. And when i see movies with a telephone booth, rotary dials and answering machines, it reminds me that there once was a slower pace to our daily living. I’m no dinosaur. I no longer have a landline, only a smart phone, I use PhotoShop, social media, texting, Facetime, and texting.
But every once in a while I wish I could find a telephone booth, sit on the wooden seat, close the door, and slip into a past era.