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Originally Posted by 50yearoldnit
Who you calling a punk-ass kid? Not only did we have a dial phone, we were on a party line with our next door neighbor.
Punk-ass kids. Before we got dial phones we told the operator what number we wanted--or sometimes just who we wanted to talk to.
When people had car trouble or flat tires and were pulled over on the side of the road, there was almost always someone who stopped to help them within five minutes.
Not only would someone pump your gas as someone else mentioned, they would also routinely check your oil and radiator, clean your windshield and brush out your interior. They would also check the air pressure in your tires if one looked low or upon request. Most gas stations gave free road maps.
BTW, I've been meaning to ask if your avatar is Townes van Zant.