Back in the late 1970's I was flying home from Norfolk to Knoxville and a plane crashed in Atlanta. He didn't know I was on a Piedmoont Turbo Prop making five stops in North Carolina and as usual it was late.
Well the phone started ringing and wouldn't stop even off the hook. Dad finally had enough and jerked it off the wall and proceeded to beat it to a pulp with a sledge hammer. Next day he took it to work in a small box and handed it to his boss LOL. He was working inside back then. He eventually went to the Public Service Commission and an underground cable was put in and a SLICK System.
I live in a rural area about 20 miles north of Knoxville. My families been in the area since the late 1700's so I reckon I'm staying :>}