It’s the Rolodex on my desk.
I didn't know that I was an artifact, possibly the only human left on the planet who doesn't store her business contacts on her phone or on her computer, until a friend texted me that it was so. I keep my contacts in a contraption that looks like this (for the benefit of my younger readers):
I've carried my Rolodex from desk to desk, from job to job. Flipping through it guarantees me access to the movers and shakers who faciliate all those very profitable business deals for which I have become known -like when I convinced the cashier at the A&P to give me the dented can of sauerkraut for half off.
So why do I live on the flip side? Because my phone isn't cool enough to allow me to easily tap
But I will have the last laugh. When all of you are trying frantically to remember the number for 911 as aliens mill about, turning everyone into pod people, or to find a taxi service to arrange for A WAY OUT, I'll be sitting pretty, flipping through my Rolodex, and ordering myself a pizza.