If you happened to own this phone in the '80s ”” or any cell phone for that matter ”” then you were considered rich. Hopefully you enjoyed sipping your wine coolers from solid gold goblets as you sniffed cocaine from a bear skin rug. (Cause that's exactly how rich people rolled in the 1980s.)
Too small for a landline, too big for a cell, this Ericsson really struggled with its identity. You felt so bad for it that you signed an additional two year contract just so you wouldn't hurt its feelings.
If your future self went back in time and ran up to your past self and said, "Yes, the iPhone is cool now, butthere will be many other versions of this very phone that are even better and will blow your mind even more," then more than likely your past self would punch your future self right in the neck because the experience would be too overwhelming on too many levels.
Tell me honestly: How many of you used your teeth to pull up the antenna on this bad boy? Come on, your hands are full, you're in a rush ”” you totally did it. That's okay, don't beat yourself up. You're only human...and you've probably had worse things in your mouth.
Sliding things is just plain fun. So when you add the sliding option to your cell, well, hell, that's almost as fun as the three-word rhyme I just completed. (Ring the bell. Four ”” I just went for four.)
This was my last cell right before I got a smart phone. So when I gaze at this photo I get a little wistful and melancholic: kind of like looking at a photo of an old girlfriend, the only difference being that my cell didn't cheat on me. YEAH, I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU, STACEY!