Yep, not so much now.
When we moved into our current house, the county phone book was almost three inches thick at the spine. We got the new one last week---maybe half an inch. Pull out the pizzeria and lawyer ads and you basically got a flyer.
Ripping a phone book in half used to make a very manly show of virility. Now it looks like something that could be done by an anemic Wally Cox with the flu.
|"I got dis."|
Actually, there is a third kind. One guy who lives around here doesn't bother to take in the phone books or even throw them out. He just leaves them where they sit to rot, like hanged pirates in London, carcasses left on public display as a warning to the rest.
|Pour encourager les autres. Keep moving, bub.|