Wooden Phone Booth Sighting: Chumley's

Don't try to make a call in this one. The guts were ripped out some time ago. It's now used by the waitresses to store their coats and junk. But just imagine the literary drunks who used it in the past to place 3 AM calls to rant at their editor. "Maxwell, this is Scott. (Hiccup.) Yes I know what time it is! But let me just tell you something you don't understand about chapter five..."