- Jay rolling down a hill (it was a singles' ward activity--need I say more?) + generously proportioned girl rolling over him = broken phone
- Dropped phone from a second floor balcony
- Wrecked bike + phone in pocket = broken phone (and roadrash)
- Ran phone through the washing machine
- Diving for a frisbee + phone in pocket = phone snapped in half
Number six happened today. Along with the phone, the thief took Jay's wallet and my GPS. Besides feeling incredibly violated (they went on a shopping spree at HEB with our credit card! This creep-o, thanks to Jay's driver's license and my GPS, knows where we live!), I'm also feeling incredibly grateful:
- Jay's car wasn't damaged or broken or stolen (he accidentally left it unlocked)
- Jay's social security card wasn't in his wallet
- None of our checkbooks were in the car
- Though purchases were made on the credit cards, they were minimal (around $500). While I know (and am thankful) we wouldn't be liable for those purchases, I'm glad our banks aren't losing a lot of money because of us
- Jay had the smarts to cancel the cards immediately--within an hour of everything being stolen
- There was no cash in our car or in Jay's wallet
I miss my GPS already, and it will be a pain to replace Jay's card "collection" (library card, driver's license, costco card, etc.), but it could have been a lot worse.
On a more light-hearted note, here is a poem Jay wrote a couple years ago as a tribute to his former phones.