College registration, too. But those boxes were four to ten blocks away in each separate department. Well, the UW-Madison’s campus isn’t consolidated, it’s scattered around a downtown and an isthmus, so often the classrooms you have to walk between are over a mile away from each other.
My friends got smart, asked me to be the designated driver because I could drive like hell and double-park while they dashed in to find out if they had indeed registered for the class, or if it was full.
Signing out library books by writing down the title and author of each book on a library form, along with your name and the date.
Using a card catalog.
Arguments about when, whether, or where something occured, in which nobody had a way to look up the correct answer.
If your local library had no book on the subject, you were out of luck. College-level and higher people doing serious research had to travel to wherever in the world the library/ies might be that specialized in their subject.
Seat belts? What’s a seat belt?
The high beam switch? That’s on the floor, near your left foot.
That’s clear running water in that stream; go ahead and drink it.
Hey, pass me that water jug, would you? – individual cups or glasses? why on earth would anybody bring individual glasses out in the field?
Dixie cups existed. They were used at parties. [ETA: children’s parties, or maybe outdoor picnics; not grownup indoor parties!] Nobody hauled them around when working, or playing, outdoors.
When you get to the front of the communion line, stand there with your mouth open and stick out your tongue. Do NOT touch the host with your hand! And just forget about the wine, that’s for the priest only.
If you want to see a movie, you either see it in the cinema, or wait 2-3 years for it to pop up on television - with commercials that you must sit through. You gotta pee? Wait for a commercial break or miss part of the show - those are your only options.
Lawdy, those registration days at Madison in the '80s were brutal. Nothing more frustrating than sprinting across campus, only to find that the class you needed was already closed.
It was not only possible but ordinary to be out of contact. Many people had hours every day when nobody expected to be able to reach them.
I travelled across the country, in my 20’s, on my own. I found a phone about once a week and called my parents to let them know I was still alive. There were days, sometimes multiple days, when nobody who knew me knew, or expected to know, within a thousand miles where I was.
It was terrifying and exhilarating and very good for me. And nobody in modern society can have such an experience now; at least, not without making a point of leaving modern society.