An old book delivered lazily

If there was a more bored guy around, I don't want to see it. This guy was walking so slowly that he was almost walking backwards. From his car, he trudged up the driveway, threw the bag on our steps, trudged across the law to the neighbors' house, tossing another bag, and then back to his car. He sat for a few minutes in the driver's seat and then drove 50 feet to the next driveway, the trunk of his car wide open, there to perform the same ponderous toss.
No wonder. He was delivering the phone book. The new, straight-out-of-1960s phone book.
It's the first time in about that long that we haven't been listed in the book. We gave up our landline last year and have fallen from the pages.
(When I mentioned to Adam that I saw a half page of Hakkarainens in the Jyväskylä phone book, he said, "That's right. You read phone books for fun, don't you?)
The only time that we typically use the phone book these days is to check a local ZIP code when we're away from the computer. Other than that, it's a big book of yellow and white pages that used to tell an interesting story about the people around us.