tea and ease
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So you represented the 310 from the 213 to the 424. Rap that!
Sad to say, but that's even worse than the never-endingMy daughter got a cell phone this year and it has a 659 area code. 659 is the overlay for 205 that virtually no one recognizes. 205 was the original statewide area code and still signifies Birmingham (or Tuscaloosa) instantly. My ex and I got 205 numbers a year before we actually moved back to Alabama because we knew we were coming home after I finally graduated from Kennesaw State.
It feels vaguely disturbing that my own flesh and blood is not a 205 girl.
It’s just such a new thing here. I’d guess well under 5 percent of numbers in this territory are 659. It’s not like Atlanta where people no longer bat an eye when they see a 770 or 678 or even 470 pop up.Sad to say, but that's even worse than the never-ending
"Where did you go to high school?" bull**** in St. Louis.
Thoughts and prayers to you and your family for your 'Bama ordeal.
Also, are you from Birmingham? ... Where did you go to high school?
Dial N for Nerder.Butterfield 8
Dialed M for something, can't remember
Literally do not know my wife or mother's phone number because I programmed it into my cell phone once and never needed to manually dial it.
In my younger days, even though San Jose was in the 408 and San Francisco 415, you could call drop San Jose to SF without using an area code.In the Bay Area, dailing POPCORN would get you the time and temperature.
My number was 937-8281. My best friend's number was 933-1228. My other good friend was 935-2604. KFRC's Walnut Creek hotline was 939-2121.
I have no idea what I ate for lunch but I can rattle those off from more than 50 years ago.
As long as they had unique and separate exchange numbers, you could probably do that, but I doubt that lasted long. Just dial 1 and the 7 digits and it probably sufficed.In my younger days, even though San Jose was in the 408 and San Francisco 415, you could call drop San Jose to SF without using an area code.
I had to deal with an insurance agent once who did the unthinkable: He gave me his number in something other than the three-two-two (or three-four cadence).My enduring memory of my mother will be the way she recited our phone number to people. “Eight six two … (long pause, almost always long enough to make you want to say “go on,” but just short of people actually doing so) … “Five one” … (another really long pause, in case you hadn’t gotten the first three numbers already) … “Nine four.” (With a really weird emphasis on the “nine”).
If we had 10-digit dialing at the time, it would have taken her almost a full minute to give people our phone number.