The time has come, I'm afraid, for an old friend to retire. The friend
I speak of had no real name...outside of his given name...the
Motorola T720. For 5 long, hard years, this friend served me
well and kept me connected to the ones I love. Many a cold,
dark and wintery walk home from my awful job was made warmer
by the soft glow of his presence beside my ear.
It hasn't all been roses, though. Often, close friends and family
almost came to the point of disowning me. You see...the T720 was
never the same after a few things happened to him:
1. I fell on him while changing the oil in my civic, cracking the
display screen. I was never again able to see who was calling
until I opened the phone.
2. The contacts in his 'flip' mechanism began to get dirty, causing
me to open my phone in the delight of an incoming call, only to
hang up immediately on the caller.
3. His LED screen began to flicker crazily making it difficult to
see what numbers I was dialing.
I know it's a machine...and we are told they don't have feelings...
but even now, as he lies lifeless on my futon, the message on his
ever-fading screen reads 'Insert SIM' as if to say 'Put me back
in Coach!' or 'I still want to serve you for a little while...please...
look into your heart!'
It's nothing personal, T720. I really do not feel any hatred or
malice towards you. In fact, I'll keep you around my house as a
reminder of your hard work and dedication to communication
for as long as I can (or until Sarah chucks you in the trash).
T720 - You mean the world to me - you really do.
But it's time to move on.
