Years ago before cell phones, me and The Hoag went to Las Vegas for a trade show, and every day at meal time the Hoag would ask the manager of the restaurant in the hotel for a phone to be placed on our table.
And like everything in Vegas, they take care of your requests.
So for six days and eighteen meals we had a phone on our table. Almost BatPhone-ish.
But nobody we knew had that phone number or even wanted to call us.
But we had a phone on our table! And we were important.