After I parked I remembered I was heading for a date with Jenny. I checked my wallet. No, not enough for a taxi there. I would just have to phone her to cancel the date.
Reluctantly I pushed the tip of my tongue against my tooth telephone.
"Operator," said the operator.
"Poplar 3104, please."
"Thank you. One moment. I'll ache it for you."
She dialed the number of the tooth telephone in Jenny's mouth, so the two fine wires sent gentle electric currents into the nerve. On the third ache Jenny clicked the receiver open with the tip of her tongue.
"Hello?"
"Jenny, this is Arnold. I won't be able to come over this evening."
"But we had a date," Jenny said in a petulant voice.
"I know, but my car broke down."