Legend has it that each of these would hold a book with everyone's name and home address, for anyone who wanted it.

Alright! Fun story time.

So, directly across the street from my house, there were two pay phones. You could call them, but they wouldn’t ring out loud.

I had both of them on speed dial and when someone would pull up I’d hit one of the two buttons and hope I got the right one. When I did, I’d prank the person. Usually it was just standard. “911, what’s your emergency?” “Oh! I, uh, I’m on a pay phone. I didn’t mean to call the 911.” “SIR! We get prank calls from this number constantly. You stay where you are! An officer will be there to file a report. If leave, you risk being arrested. The owner of the store has a camera on that phone and we will find you!”

They’d wait around sometimes. Most of the time they’d leave. My friends and I would be on the floor laughing.

As fun as that was, nothing ever topped this one.

A girl pulled up to the phone in the middle of the night and tried to make a call. I hit the speed dial button but I got the wrong one. She left the phone, walked over to the side of the store, pulled her pants down and pissed on the side of the building. I dialed the phone she was previously on and prayed she’d pick it up again. She did! I heard her dial a number, and I started breathing heavy on the phone. She said, “Hello, someone on there?” I replied in a deep, growly voice, “Hey. You forgot to wipe.”

She slammed the phone on the receiver, looked around frantically, and hopped in her car and peeled out.

My brother laughed like a damn donkey and nearly passed out. I couldn’t breathe laughing because of how hard he was laughing. It truly was an amazing moment in my life.