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magidI have to admit, today's XKCD makes me feel old. I vividly remember dialing on a rotary phone, and being annoyed that my home phone number was skewed towards higher digits (a 1, a 2, three 7s, two 9s), since there was so much more wait time to let the dial spin between digits. And yes, only seven digits; way back then, the eastern half of the state was all one big happy area code; 508 split from 617 in 1988 (it was mostly amicable :-), and it was strange to have to pay attention to area codes when calls felt like they should be local. Now this seems a bit quaint, with all calls having their area codes (and more area codes popping up all the time, serving the needs of the "one person-at least one phone" society we've become, rather than the "one house-one phone" I grew up with*.
* Really, "one housing unit-one phone," but when I was small, I didn't know anyone who lived in an apartment or not-whole-house except for my elderly relatives in Florida in one of those old-people apartment complexes. Obviously, being far away and age segregated, that was Different than 'regular.'
* Really, "one housing unit-one phone," but when I was small, I didn't know anyone who lived in an apartment or not-whole-house except for my elderly relatives in Florida in one of those old-people apartment complexes. Obviously, being far away and age segregated, that was Different than 'regular.'