It was only a couple of years ago that my local TV repair shop shut down - although they didn’t just do TV repairs; they also sold lamps.
We recently got our TV repaired there - we normally just throw broken appliances out, but this was an expensive TV and it only needed a new power button.
I’m really showing my age here, but when I was a child we could use letters to represent our telephone exchanges. So for example, our phone number began with 3-9, which corresponds to E-X on the phone dial, which translates to the Exter exchange. So you could give your number as “Exter-4-7601” (not our actual number, so don’t dial it) or as all numbers.
Oh, and I guess dialing the phone counts as never happening any more either. 
Last year my dad had his TV repaired in a shop after it got broken in an accident. It was about a hundred dollars to fix his 40" TV, still a lot less than the TV had cost a year or so earlier or what it would’ve cost to replace.
When I was a kid (80’s) we rather frequently had to have a repairman come out and work on our 27" sitting on the floor in a giant hunk of wood, more a piece of furniture than a electronic device, TV set. I remember it mainly because the repairman was the only person to ever smoke in our house, and my mom had to lend him a plate to use as an ashtray. Repairmen smoking in your home would be a “thing that doesn’t happen anymore”, right?
Lots of beer vending machines in Japan.
Still see that in Thailand.
Car drivers swinging their doors open to signal left turns.
Used to happen. Honest. Though not so much in winter.
Oh yeah, I remember when my brother discovered the repair-test number: if you dialed 1-1-9-1 and hung up, your own phone would ring. It was kind of unsatisfactory for pranks, though, because it was like a triple-length ring, but the he got talking to a repairman who had come to fix one of our phones (we had the kind bolted to the wall, that we rented from Ma Bell, and there was still one in my dad’s house when we cleaned the place out) and found out that if you dialed 1-1-8, then waited for a dial tone, then dialed a 1 or 2 and hung up, you would get a normal sounding ring. Which was handy (for him) because he could dial the basement phone and the one upstairs would ring (well, both of the, but you get the idea).
Hand-signaling, for that matter. I had to learn it to pass the driver’s test and haven’t used it since except for a period of two days when my left turn signal was out and I didn’t have time to buy a spare bulb.
In Tacoma we have Dorky’s - a combination pizza parlor, bar, and arcade with a whole bunch of vintage arcade games and a whole bunch of pinball games to boot, along with a handful of newer games.
Yes! My parent’s first set of steak knives came from fill-ups! Believe it or not, I still have 2 of them!
Remember when all the stores were closed on Sundays?
Saving S & H green stamps?
We didn’t have these in OH, but I remember when we went to visit my aunt in NY, my siblings and I got sent to the corner to buy milk from a vending machine. They came in quarts. (I forget what else, if anything, was sold in them. Butter, maybe?)
My mother was an elementary school teacher when I was born in 1967, and the second she (I) started to show, she was put on leave so the kids wouldn’t see her pregnant. My older brother was born in 1959, and my paternal grandmother told her not to leave the house so much because “everyone would know what she’d been doing.” :eek:!!
I was in third grade in 1963, and our teacher was pregnant but she didn’t go on leave until Christmas break, when she as almost due. We had a different teacher the second half of the year, but during that time Mrs. H came back to show us the baby. It was the only day of the year I was sick! So my mother arranged to take me to the teacher’s house to see the kid.
There are still video and pinball arcades at shore resorts in NJ and NH. New Hampshire, in fact, has two big video arcades – Pinball Wizard in the southern part of the state, and the massive Funspot up in Meredith in the north (it’s three floors of games! They have a museum and an annual championship. I took MilliCal there, and we played “Pong”)
There used to be video arcades at Weir’s Beach in NH, too, but the last time I visited I saw people hauling games out of some of the joints. I’ll have to see if any are still there.
A big thing now is retro arcades where you pay by the hour.
Problem is many old games from the 80’s require alot of maintenance, especially pinball machines. Which is costly.
I dont hear about people drinking their coffee out of a bowl anymore or pouring their tea into their saucer and drinking it out of that. It used to be a thing with some Germans.
All the talk of photography yesterday reminds me of Polaroid cameras.
I appeared in a community theater production of Monty Python’s Spamalot! last year. One of the bits is that near the end of the show, an audience member comes up on stage, and gets his picture taken with King Arthur and the knights as a souvenir. You pretty much have to use a Polaroid, so the audience member can be handed the picture right then and there. I think the brand “Polaroid” is actually mentioned by name in the script.
Somebody did have an old Polaroid camera, but we had an absolutely awful time finding film for it. A local camera shop finally managed to dig up one cartridge of film for us, but it was a rare and precious commodity. We had to be careful not to use up too many shots during rehearsals, to be sure there were enough left for every performance, because the camera shop had made it clear there was no way they could possibly get us another cartridge. One kid wasted a shot by playing around with the camera one time, and I thought the stage manager was going to murder him in front of our very eyes!
I think the actual pictures ended up being pretty faded looking, since the film was awfully old. With digital cameras, there just isn’t much call for Polaroids anymore.
I used to own a fuel-injected bike that had a “choke” lever on the handlebar. Although it was actually labeled “CHOKE,” in reality it was just a fast-idle lever that opened the throttle plates a bit.
I could swear I had one of those Polaroids where you had to peel the negative off the print.
Do cars need “lube” jobs anymore? You know, where the grease monkey has the grease cartridge gun and squirts black gunk (lube, perhaps) in the car’s suspension system.
Seems to me that people rarely care to look out the window of an airliner anymore. On a flight last November (perfectly clear weather, 200-mile visibility) I was glued to my window watching us pass over the Rockies, Moab UT, Zion Park, Yosemite - absolutely stunning.
At one point I got up and checked the other passengers in window seats. I doubt that more than a couple were looking at all - most had their window shades down. Presented with a spectacle that for most of human history would have been regarded as an impossible miracle, almost no one cared in the slightest.
What the eponymous monkey squirts is known as “grease”. And it still happens, though indeed it’s becoming rarer.