Last week we had lunch at Canter’s. We don’t eat out frequently, so it was a treat. We were seated in a large booth at the back. I set my bag on the ledge between our booth and the next one, where I noticed a phone jack.
My whole life, I’ve imagined life in Hollywood. In my mind, every movie premier is like the one in the beginning of Singin’ In The Rain. I’ve been to a few, and they weren’t like that at all, but somehow I still imagine that they might be.
Between movies set here and movies set in New York, where I grew up, it was drilled into me that important people get telephone calls wherever they are, restaurants included. I have a very clear image in my head of the maitre d’ bringing a rotary dial phone to the table on a tray. “Sir, you have a telephone call.”
I guess cell phones killed that sort of service.