When I was very little, my father already had a telephone in our house. This is an old telephone, black color, pinned to the wall, and if you want to call the operator, you have to make a dial and ask to be dialed another phone number. The operator will connect manually.
In no time at all, I discovered that, when the lap was turned, a friendly, sweet voice would say: "Operator". And the operator is omniscient.
It knows all other people's phone numbers!
He knew the phone numbers for restaurants, hospitals, even the phone numbers for the bakery at the end of town.
The first experience with the operator occurred when no one was home, and my left thumb was caught in the door. I turn around in pain and put this thumb in my mouth when I remember
Operator!!!

Immediately I turned the splint and waited for the sound.
"Here the operator ..."
"My thumb pinched the door ..." I said, crying. Now emotions can overflow, because someone is listening.
"Is your mother home? "He...