jawsuser wrote:I do kind of remember the round dials. I also kind of remember the party line. In Granny's house, where I live now, growing up there was only one phone located in the utility room. It was black and hung behind the door. It made different combinations of rings. The funny thing was that regardless whose ring it was waaaay toooo often multiple people were listening. It was weird. I much prefer our phones now days. They actually announce the name of the caller. LOVE IT!!!
The person below me will share about their curious experience at a Chinese restaurant.
well, it wasn't Chinese, it was Japanese. it was my 30th birthday and my ship was in Sasebo, Japan. I went to a restaurant one of my shipmates had shown me. the only thing on the menu I recognized was "steam rice and green tea". I expected a bowl of rice and a cup of tea. the waitress brought the meal to my counter spot and poured the tea over the rice so it was kind of like soup. There was also a sprinkling of fish flakes and a stripe of this green stuff I thought was "tea paste"--there was a little language barrier there. The first bite was okay, but a bit boring, so I stirred the "tea paste" into the rest of the food and took a big bite. Can you say "wasabi"? I felt my face turn red and my eyes began to water, but I managed to swallow. I just kept on eating--I equate the experience to eating a piece of birthday cake, lit candles and all. Now (25 years later) I use a lot of wasabi, but I'll never forget that first experience.
the person below me wants to tell us about watching an un-dubbed foreign film, with subtitles, that they were forced to watch either to impress a date or for a grade in school.