My Dad worked at the local telephone company as a repairman. He would go out and work on the pay phones. I would see the phones around town, and chirp, "my Dad put that phone booth in." I would think it really cool to be riding around at night, and see the glow from the overhead light in the booth, making a friendly light in otherwise dark areas.
He also collected the coin boxes. You wouldn't think a box full of dimes (and later quarters) would be that big of a deal, but I picked one up, and they are HEAVY. Dad had to take several of the boxes to the bank. Most of the time the bank tellers would just open the door, and lead him to the back, where he would lift up the boxes for them to take care of. He knew when there was a new person, because they would stop him at the desk, and they would take care of it.
Then the next time, he would be led to the back, where he would do the heavy lifting again...
I liked to watch Dad work on the different parts of the equipment, from the "peds" outside, to climbing poles, to digging about inside the phones themselves. Once in a while, after I learned to drive, I would see him, and I would stop, and we'd chat, usually he working, while I would hand him tools. Once or twice, if it was at a person's house, they might come out and ask how long I'd been working. Feeling mischievous one time, I looked at my watch, and said, "Oh, about ten minutes..." Laughing, Dad then introduced me.
It's somewhat sad to me, there are no phone booths that I know of in the area. I wish there were. While it isn't the regular need that it used to be with cell phones. But batteries die, phones are not with the person, and there are even those who still don't have a phone.
So there times when they could use a phone... Attached to the ground, or not.