Failure to Connect
I don't remember how long it took my Dad to replace the phone he threw out the front door or for how long we tiptoed around him and avoided direct eye contact. He threatened to get a pay phone installed in the kitchen with a short metal cord. Thankfully that never happened. It would have cost us a fortune in dimes to stay connected. Have you ever even seen a payphone?
You have no reference or way to imagine how painful it was sitting there watching the minutes tick by on the clock knowing that someone was trying to call you and they were getting a busy signal over and over and over while your sister chatted away. Gah! Do you even know the sound of a busy signal? It is the annoying sound of defeat — failure to connect.