Back in the early 1990’s I was interning at the NOAA weather station in San Antonio and was the voice of the weather.
When we were kids (there were six in my family) my mother got so angry at us because I mixed paint by number paint in some brass artifact she had and I wouldn’t own up to it.
My poor mother.
She had us all lined up, strapped us with the belt, and I still wouldn’t own up, and she said “That’s it. I can’t handle this anymore. I am sending you all to the orphanage.”
And she picked up the phone and dialed the number, and we are all tearfully pleading “Mooooom! Don’t send us to the orphanage!!!!”
To this day I always wondered if she called that number back in the Sixties that said:
“The time is 9:47 AM and the temperature is 69 degrees Fahrenheit...”