On March 10, 1876, Thomas Watson, a mechanic and assistant to Alexander Graham Bell, heard these words, “Mr. Watson, come here; I want you.” It was the first transmission over a telephone.
Fifteen minutes later, just as he sat down to dinner, Watson received another call. It was a telemarketer.
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