Even if Southern Bell did owe its customers a duty of some type to furnish a reasonably safe place to use the telephone, it is clear that such a duty does not extend to the repair of a defective post located five feet from the boothette.

In mids of which, depainted there, we found Deadly Debate, all full of snaky hair, That with a bloody fillet was ybound, Out breathing nought but discord every where:

The scanty light glozed them with the glory of day, and, forgetful of pain and thirst and hunger, and of the menace of death, they sank upon the floor and cried, keeping fast hold of each other the while.

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I'm going to kick it into touch.