Times have changed so much that telephone booths are almost becoming relics now that everyone uses a mobile phone.
I remember years back at home in Nigeria when the phone booths were far and few in-between and the queue as long as half a mile – maybe I exaggerate on the length, but you get the idea – and everyone waited patiently to take their turn to make that phone call.
Friendships were struck on these lines, quarrels picked and fights were fought when someone appropriated the phone for too long. All in all, it was an interesting time.
Nowadays, everyone is bent over their piece of gadget and hardly say hello again.
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