An Unreal Tale of Yore

Fuck you Maroon 5, for making me think of your shitty song when I hear the word 'payphone'.

In my Junior High School we used to have a payphone. Many, many a crank call (prank call? whatever) was made on this phone by yours truly and my friends. How do you make c/prank calls with a payphone you ask? Well we picked a number from the phonebook at random and collect called it. Every day. Saying our name was Jose Cuervos. The place happened to be a Mappins Jewellers in Niagara Falls...sometimes I wonder what they thought was going on, because from what I can remember this went on for weeks, if not months.
When we tired of harrassing the poor Mappins store, I had heard about this number you call and it was just some man with an Indian accent counting to ten. 1-800-GOLF-TIP. I don't think the number still works sadly. Well, I guess it's not that sad because that's all it was, was the Indian guy counting to ten over and over again. I showed this number to my friends at school, but here's where the unreal part comes in: for some unknown reason, when the call connected it would do something inside the phone and release all the money it had inside. It would come out the coin return (this was before the payphones went all fancy and digital). When we discovered this we were floored. I was pissed that I didn't find out on my own so that I could hoard the money to be honest. This Golf Tip coinage bought me half-baked cookies and Sun Chips for weeks! Every day it paid out, the phone company must have wondered what the hell was going on. Soon enough the phone was replaced with the digital kind and the Golf Tip payout stopped.
Now that I think of it, that old phone caused a lot of people a lot of confusion, myself included. This story came to me when I was watching a Daily Grace video and she mentioned a payphone. It was like a flood of funny memories. Now you know the unreal story, and eff you if you don't believe it. :)