If you are hard of hearing, I SAID IF YOU CAN'T HEAR TOO GOOD, this phone will meet you halfway. Here's the deal:
First of all, this phone's ringer is ungodly loud. I'm not sure how else to say it. If I were running a retirement home, though, I would install this phone's ringer as the fire alarm. That's the best way I can think of to make sure no one would fail to evacuate in case of fire. So holy hell, it's loud, okay?
Second of all, this phone needs to go on a wall. It's wall-mount only, and you need to have a wall-mounting phone jack for it to work. Otherwise it won't work. That's how it works.
Finally, it doesn't have caller-ID. It doesn't really have anything, actually - just a few buttons and a cord attached to a receiver. It's like the old days. Like when Sheena Easton would come on the radio on Saturday morning while you were cleaning the bathroom and all you could think about was how many meanings "strut" might have, given the context, and suddenly this phone would ring and you'd freak out and run to pick it up, hoping against hope that it was that girl Tara from the pool, but then your boogery sister got there first and answered in the boogeriest way ever and even if it was Tara calling, your chances with her were ruined now and your sister didn't even care and by the time you got back to the bathroom, the dog was drinking Comet water from the toilet bowl and the radio was playing some stupid Rick Springfield song and from then on, that song would always remind you of the smell in the emergency room at the animal hospital.
Best. Phone. Ever.