Ring Doorbell Comparison: Digital Technology 20 years ago and Today Amazon HomeDepot by Sebastian M

I was sitting in my house a couple of weeks ago. Just relaxing. My doorbell rang. This is weird.  It’s a different feeling when your doorbell rings today, opposed to 20 years ago, right? 20 years ago: when your doorbell rang, it was a happy moment in your house.  It’s called company. I be sitting there on a Thursday night, watching tv. Your doorbell rang. The whole family shot off the couch, “Oh my gawd. Put the lights on.  Somebody’s here. We got people.”

The whole family went to the door. The kids were in socks, slid up to the door. Nobody looked to see who it was, right? You just open the door, and you are like, “Oh my god. Look at that. Look who is here.”

You asked, “What the hell you are doing here?”

And the person be like, “I was in the neighborhood. I thought I might stop by, and see how the kids are doing.”

Like, “Come on in. We are gonna have some cake.”

You mother had a little… Sarah lee, crumble cake. Just in case company came over. She made an announcement when she bought it. She’s like, “Listen. Nobody touch this cake.  This is for company only.  Those cracked muffins.  Those are for you people. You better hope to gawd somebody comes over, so we cut the cake.”

She put her cake in the middle of the table. Proud of it. She put it right in the middle, “Cut yourself a slice. You want a cup of coffee? You want some sake.”

Ha ha ha. Those are old school. A lot of the young kids: They will be looking at me, “What is that? An iPhone app? What the hell is sake?” 

Your mother had a tin, a brown and orange tin. Ready to go. Just in case company… She put a big pot in the table. Nobody had a cell phone back then.  If your house phone did ring, your father stood up and said, “Nobody get that phone. We got company.” 

We lost track of time. 2 hours went by, and you like, “we gotta get out of here.” 

“That’s ok. Next time we will come by you. Yeah, my door is always open. “

Now your doorbell rings… It’s like, “What the F…”