Dear Cream Rotary Telephone,
You fancy thing, you.
Pretentious? Maybe. It took forever to dial a number. I always thought that you were the kind of phone that would be in Silk Stalkings (a fantastic police show set in Miami – look it up). A very sophisticated lady would have you in her entirely cream colored penthouse apartment.
I really liked the way you clicked – like a prescient shudder – just before the first ring of an incoming call. I liked the way that let me show off to people, yelling “the phone is going to ring” just as the first ring happened. Yes, I do realize it’s not nearly as cool as I thought it was at the time. Sue me.
-e.