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when i was about 11 or 12 years old, i tried to call a friend but accidentally dialled the wrong number. and instead got a very strange tone i've never heard before. i figured i've stumbled onto some kind of alternate dimension or secret military line, and would periodically call that number to see if the tones change... but it was always the same. it wasn't till much later that i learnt it was a fax line.
For many, many years (even into adulthood), I actually thought that when I called someone and got a busy signal, my call would wait in a "queue" until the other end of the line would become available. Then, one day, I was at work trying to call for limited tickets to an event and I wanted to be the first in line. So, I called and when i got a busy signal, I just kept the phone off the hook, thinking that sooner or later someone would pick up the phone. My co-worker figured out what I was trying to do and clued me in....No wonder!! I had waited for hours all my life to no avail. All I had to do was hang up and try again.
When I watched my parents using the telephone, I thought they had to wait for it to ring, then pick it up and dial a number. It took me some time to realise that you did one or the other, but not both.
I used to believe that whenever I talked on the phone, people could see through it too. I always used to call my grandma whenever I got hurt, and point the phone where I got mt knee skinned.
I used to believe there was only one operator ("call the Operator"). After we cranked call The Operator I was afraid to dial 0, because I thought she would recognize my voice and make me hand the phone to the nearest adult.
i once called my dad's office and the message said to press 0 before 5 if you needed to reach someone. after 5, it went to an telephone operator. i accidently pressed 0 one day after 5 and it went to the operator's number and i hung up really quickly because i thought i had connected to 911 and was going to reach a surgeon (operator).
When I was around 5 years old, I frequently heard my great-aunt say to my older sister, "Stop tying up the phone!" (as in talking on the phone too much)
That led me to believe that she was actually tying knots in the phone connection line.
When i was young, i moved from New york back to brisbane, and i gave a new friend my fone number. Little did i know that your number changed when you move, and i gave him our number from America.
I used to believe that when you moveed you had to dig up your telephone pole and take it to your new house if you wanted to keep your same number.
I had a crush on the boy next door and one night I decided to call him. I figured if my number was 555-0221, his would either be 555-0220 or 555-0222. He wasn't at either number and I totally didn't get why.
The very first time I had to do a report for school...I thought I could just dial "information" on the phone and someone would look things up for me.
i used to think that when commercials told u to call 1-800-(name of the company), that the letters on the buttons on the phone dialed a different thing, like each number dials a different thing...anyway, i always wondered how the phone knew which letter people wanted to dial, afterall, there is more than one letter on each button...
When I was younger, I didn't realize that when we got a phone call, you could hear it from any of the extensions in our house. I didn't know that they were all one phone line. I thought my parents were phycic or something because they could always tell which phone was ringing and I couldn't!
my little sister has recently admitted to thinking that the beeping noise you hear when u key a number into a telephone, was a bug trapped under the key pads squeeking every time u tried 2 squish it, this explained her never using the telephone when she was younger...
I used to believe that telephone operators were surgeons who had to answer a few telephones that were stationed around the OR, while simultaneously performing surgery.
When I was about 4, my mother was in the Hospital because her lungs had collapsed (abusive relationship with my father). Well, I hadn't seen her for at least two days, and she called me on the phone to talk. Well, I put the two together, and like any other logical toddler, I ran away screaming that "The Phone Ate Mommy." I cried for days.
I used to believe that pressing the number 4 on the telephone, without pressing anything else, was the same thing as calling 911.
When I about 4 I didn't realize that pressing that little button on the phone would hang it up (on those older phones with cords). My mom was talking to my dad who was away with the Navy and I pressed that button. My mom just looked at my and said "You just hung you dad up." I immediately had this image of my dad in his Navy uniform with him hanging on a coat hanger at the shoulders. I was totally fascinated by how in the world I could have done that!
Whenever I would talk to my grandma on the telephone I would push pieces of food through the receiver thinking they would come out on her end. She would always pretend like she was eating the food I sent her so I thought it was working. My mom was furious because we constantly had food smashed into our phone.
Once my sister [three years younger] picked up the phone and left it off the hook for a couple minutes. We weren't really allowed to use the phone at the time [I was about 5 or 6]. The lady that comes on when you leave it off the hook long enough started talking, and saying "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again." I didn't know it was a recording, and I got really upset and thought she was really mad at us, and that she was going to contact our parents and get us in big trouble.