Hmm.....I don't remember phone calls costing a nickel. Did they really?
Ilene, yes indeed. In Louisiana well into the seventies.
I can remember dialing home on a payphone, letting it ring twice and then hanging up. Money came back. My dad got the signal, came, and brought me home. I would have walked the mile and a half, but Mom was nervous.
Chuck, shrewd lad. Never spend a nickel you can save.
I never had to call Dad, but apparently it made Mom feel safe if I had money for a pay phone. I remember that when my friends and I passed a phone booth we always checked to see if there was money in the return. We lucked out a few times, too.
Yep. Phone booths are becoming as rare as an honest used car salesman. Just before I retired, the tech company I worked for, which owned a few hundred "phone booths", sold them all to another company because there was less and less money to be made from them.Hope you have a Happy and Blessed Easter. ~ Marsha
Vee, I occasionally found a coin in the return slot, too.Marsha, may the blessings of Christ's resurrection be yours.
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