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I'm not talking about technological process, I'm talking about the lived experience that when young me broke the single rotary-dial landline phone in our home, my Dad had to apply to the Post Office for a replacement (it wasn't our phone, or the house's phone, it was the Post Office's phone) and we were without one for the (days?weeks? I forget) until a replacement could be assigned to us. Because there were literally no other phones or providers of phones in the country. That's the sort of Stalinist planned-economy bullshit that NZ was before Rogernomics.
Oh yeah, carless days, who remembers that shit. Kids these days.
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