The New Phonebooks are Here, Please Recycle

The Jerk

Growing up, I always looked forward to the new phonebooks. Visiting my grandparents, I spent hours exploring the big city via their encyclopedic yellow pages. Steve Martin’s classic Jerk only amplified my enthusiasm and provided a chorus.

“The new phonebooks are here! The new phonebooks are here!”

Today, unexpected as always, a new phone book lay on my front step. As I look to Google and a company’s own website for phone numbers the massive yellow tome wasn’t welcome. It went straight from the front steps to the recycling bin at the back of the house.

Steve Borsch seconds.

One thought on “The New Phonebooks are Here, Please Recycle

  1. There was a time when I used to keep a separate copy of the yellow pages in my car trunk. In case of an emergency, I could call someone even if I wasn’t in my usual parts of the city.

    No, I take it straight to the recyclables in the basement. I don’t even look up my own name in the white pages anymore before tossing it.

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