It was around midnight when I heard an odd, mournful tone, chirping intermittently in the darkness. Twenty bleary-eyed minutes later and I found my old Samsung Intensity tucked away in the back of an overcrowded nightstand drawer, calling out to me from beneath a gently used tissue wadded up in the corner.
As I watched the screen dim to black one last time, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the little guy. Even if it had lousy reception, randomly shut off when I shook it, and sometimes forgot to tell me that I had voicemail.
Because none of that mattered when I saw its light flicker out, the last bar in its battery long gone. It saw me through some rough times, more like a friend than a phone, seeing as how it didn’t work worth a damn.
So this post goes out to all the obsolete phones out there, forgotten by their owners and abandoned by their carriers, their numbers disconnected and their batteries drained, fading into that endless night.
Farewell, Intensity. Perhaps in the next life, you’ll finally have Angry Birds.