Time Travel Phenomenon?

Today somebody from 1993 called the lab.

They were trying to get directions for Holladay Park. That's the name of my building, and for some reason we get people who're trying to reach the main number calling our cytogenetics department number. I guess it's listed wrong in some directory somewhere; sometimes I try to ask where they got the number, but no one ever seems to know. It's a wonder these people manage to function, out there bumbling around, no concept of where they got anything, no fucking sources. It's bewildering, frankly. I usually just give them the number for the lobby front desk.

But that's not what this person was looking for. She wasn't looking for the Holladay Park building; she was looking for the PARK. As in, that place outside with trees and fountains and shit. She was trying to call a park. Perhaps she's never been to a real park before, and figured they'd have a receptionist stationed near the restrooms. Perhaps where she's from trained squirrels field questions about when they open and where they're located.

But what tipped me off to the fact that she was calling from 1993 was her lack of access to the internet. If you google "Holladay Park" the very first hit has its location. Not to mention you can just map it. She'd obviously found our number in a  paper phone book or something. Someone out there, using paper phone books. I know, I'm scared too. 

I walk by that park on the way to work and this morning I noticed tent canopies, so I made conversation as I googled the park and pulled up the cross streets . She said there was a bike ride going on and she was supposed to meet her husband there. I told her it was right by Lloyd center, but she still seemed confused. She was all, "Does it have an actual address?" I said, "You mean to type into a GPS? Yeah, you can just put in those cross streets. It spans a couple blocks." Apparently she hadn't really used a GPS before, either, though she most certainly had one. She wasn't using a paper map because you can SEE PARKS ON MAPS.

This was all very bizarre because she didn't SOUND like she was some 85-year-old lady who hadn't adjusted to new technology. She sounded, you know, maybe 40. No concept of what a park is. In her mind, parks have residential addresses and you can call them up like a freaking library and perhaps make reservations or something. Maybe she was from a completely different dimension.