I saw that smirk on your face when you passed me by. Come back here, buddy. Not so fast.
Let me tell you something. Today, it is me. Tomorrow, I assure you it will be you.
Yeah, I know, you are the star of the moment, you and your Android friend there. You guys carry so much in that tiny little casing of yours. All those apps. All those cool features.
That was me at one point, you know — back in the early 1900s. I was invented by William Gray in 1889, but it took about 20 years for payphones to become the thing, along with my friend Landline Phone. He was invented in 1876 by you know who — Alexander Graham Bell. Yes, your Steve Jobs.
And now here we are. Look at us. Landlines are only used at home by about 15% of the people. More than that in businesses. But damn, fifteen percent. Who would have thought?
As for me? No one uses me anymore. At least landlines have some friends. I have none. The other day I was walking around on the other side of town and saw someone actually using a payphone. I thought, whaaaaat? He still works?
And here I am — here most of us are — just standing. Just waiting. Rusting away. Full of cobwebs. Used as garbage dumps for shit no one wants, like this broken access barrier thing.
At least in my case, I have this pretty casing with the little ball on top and the Teléfono sign, which used to shine at night. Oh, mi amigo, I was beautiful once. Hermoso. Felt like royalty — you know, a generalísimo. You should have seen me then. Like you now.
So our party lasted a little over a hundred years. How long will yours last? The way things are going, with technologies flipping so quickly, who knows? No one can really tell. I certainly did not when my day of irrelevance came. Blind sided me, for sure.
Perhaps I was on top of the world for too long, and became complacent. Drunk with success? Could be. You may not face quite the same fate. Your companies seem to have a sharper edge, more used to dealing with change than ours were, though look what happened to that Blackberry fellow. You never know.
It is such a source of tension. I see it keeping so many of you up at night, and it should. Look at ME.
So if we old farts can still be worth anything, how about teaching you that.
My days are counted. All I have to look forward to is someone picking me up and putting me out of my misery. I spend my days here dwelling on the amazing life I lived, sometimes wondering what awaits me on the other side, other times chatting with nice kids like you who stop and listen to what I have to say. And I always end up saying the same thing.
Cuidado con el blind spot. It can be deadly.