My poor old phone

I have some sad news. It seems I've been talking about how long I have had my phone for and how great it is because it is still up and running. No longer. On Friday (remember it was really nice out) we picked up Bryce's girlfriend on the way to Lethbridge; her place is literaly right on the highway just South of High River. When I opened the car door at her house my phone fell on to the ground and I didn't notice. Greg did though, so being a good husband he picked it up and set it on top of the car. He says he told me he was going to do this but I didn't hear him.
When we left Steph's we heard some scraping and then a clunk, we were of couse on the highway. We have now known Steph for about 2 minutes and we get into a yelling match about whose fault it is. Sorry Steph. The problems were quickly solved when Greg admitted it may be his fault.
We turned around to rescue my phone, which looked like it may just work again. We were wrong. Goodbye to my long lasting phone.