A dull thud in the hall as a new phone book came through the letter box this morning. For years now we’ve put the phone books and yellow pages straight in the paper recycling as soon as they arrive — they provide no value to us.
I left kateaw peeling vegetables in the kitchen while I followed the delivery chappie down the road; I flagged down his car as he was leaving the street and handed the phone book back to him. He seemed rather cautious while winding his window down — I wonder whether he is used to getting a negative response to his junk mail. Or maybe me waving a phone book at him wasn’t a welcoming sight.
- Phone book