Well, it seems that the long-looming area code overlay has kicked in. You see, on account of everybody these days having a million phones, there's a new area code on the LA Westside, which means that now you have to specify whether you want a number in the 310 area code or the new one I don't remember. In fact, you even have to dial 310 if you are 310 calling another 310. Every call is now an eleven digit dial. Can you imagine?
Good thing everybody has cell phone address books now and only 1% of calls still involve actual dialing. Some calls involve so many button presses to get through your address book, you start to realize your finger would have had to execute fewer total button-pressing motions if only your brain were still wired to actually remember people's phone numbers. Maybe that's the reason for the eleven digit dial, to make address book speed dial seem convenient again.
Remember knowing phone numbers? I used to do it all the time, back in the '80s and '90s. Knowing your friends phone numbers by heart is so retro. If I ever got stranded somewhere without a cell phone and had to call a friend, I would be reduced to a whimpering, incoherent mess huddled in a corner next to one of those artifacts known as a pay phone. I think I know my own land line. That is about it. I know my parents' cell phone numbers; they are vestigial memories from the days in which I knew phone numbers.