Thanks again to Rochelle Wiskoff and her prompts for the Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge, which this week is a telephone booth:
Frank Lombard prided himself on not possessing a cell phone. Yet here he was alongside a Mobil gas station on a busy thoroughfare, all his quarters already lost to the phone company coffer – the last three wasted in trying to get assistance from the AT&T operator! The traffic roared around him. What to do? He had lost the address for the job interview and he would soon be late. The old telephone booth looked back at him mockingly.
“Same to you, buddy,” grumbled Frank as he got back in the car and headed for the beach.
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I thought your blog was interesting. As for the picture I suppose I’ll pass. No sense getting hung up over phones.
I have a photograph of a telephone booth graveyard here in Thailand. I’m sure you don’t want to view it…but if you do, let me know.
Btw my blogs must seem pretty strange to you. I wonder why you’re following?
I feel a little bit like Frank sometimes since I don’t own a smartphone. I call my little flip cellphone my “stupid phone.” Someday I will have to give in. But not today.
Good for you. I’m also a holdout. But, as Hank Williams said, “No matter how I struggle and strive, I’ll never get out of this world alive”.
The new job might have required a cell phone.
Yeah, Frank was lucky he didn’t get the job.
Poor Frank. Hopefully he’ll be better organised next time he goes for an interview. Hope he enjoyed the beach.
Maybe he can interview for a job as a lifeguard.
A couple of weeks ago we were in the car headed somewhere and we passed a pay phone. I said, “Did you see that? There was a pay phone there. I didn’t think they made them anymore.” Of course the car was turned around to prove that I was/not hallucinating. It was indeed a pay phone but there was no way to use coins there was only a slot for a credit card swipe.
I’d rather be at the beach.
Good for Frank. I often want to do what he did. Sometimes I do.
Just imagining the Clint Eastwood scenario… and it brought a smile to my face… Bet Frank would’ve enjoyed doing it too… 🙂 xx
Frank never played with guns.
Even my dad, who resisted cell phones for years, finally got one and uses it sometimes. My parents still have a landline, though. Good job on this story
janet
Thank you
I had an image of an aging Clint Eastwood grumbling “made my day” and shooting the phone and heading to the beach. Fun piece. Thanks. Randy
Frank just walked away Renee.
Well, you won’t see me follow you back home (Left Banke) 😉
Hey!
Dear Steve,
There’s a lot to be said for and against technology. Hope Frank enjoys the beach. Good story.
shalom,
Rochelle
PS…no K in Wisoff
I’m not too far from Frank Lombard of course. Thanks for visiting. And thanks for putting up these photos every week. Shabat Shalom.
When all else fails head for the beach 🙂
Tomorrow.
Franck may have changed his mind now!
Yeah, if you can’t fight ’em, join ’em. Frank is holding out. He’s a bit of a tough nut.
Well, at least he got to go the beach! That job probably wasn’t for him anyway. Nice one! I don’t miss pay phones.
Yeah, and the ones that are left usually don’t work. I’m going to have to write another letter to the FCC.