I had a nice day today. I went to a friend's house, had a retro movie marathon, cooked, hung out, drank a little... it was a truly great day. I came home tonight, however, to find something sitting at my door that in many ways fits with the retro theme of my day, but made me way less happy.
Phone books.
Seriously? I'd rather find a flaming bag of poo on my doorstep. At least when I throw that out I don't feel bad for wasting resources.
Phone books USED to be useful. You know, back before the 90s and the invention of internet searches. Most people I know can find more phone listings ON THEIR PHONES than can be found in a phone book, and if they're searching a business, they can even find more information than a number and an address. Directions perhaps? Star ratings? Customer reviews? And all without wasting 5 pounds of tree matter, getting gray smudges all over your fingers or going blind searching through thousands of 7-point-type listings.
Grrr.
In my professional opinion, phone books are good for one thing only: Killing spiders.
Of course, there are probably a lot of other things near all of us right at this moment that can smash the crap out of one of those little 8-legged monsters AND have other uses as well.
So bad news phone books - your day is over. I just wonder how many more innocent trees are gonna have to sacrifice their lives, just to get tossed in the trash (or if they're lucky enough to go to a "green" home, the recycling bin) before somebody puts a stop to phone book production.
I think I'll Google the number of the phone book company and complain. Obviously they haven't gotten the memo that they have become completely irrelevant. HA! Oh well, at least I got a free magnet.
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