I had my phone in the front pocket of my jeans (as a guy) and I played my daugher 'air hockey'.. I did not realise that my lower body was hitting the side as I leaned over for a 'killer' shot to finalise my victory (well, she was 8 at the time (10+yrs ago) and she needed to learn that not everything is easy - Air Hockey in particular!)..
Walking down the street, my victory still rising through my being and my pride at beating a child puffing my chest up as I ridiculed her failure.. I pulled out my phone to see the screen shattered to a thousand pieces.. My victorious smile soon turned into total panic as we were currently on holiday in Spain and this, my only phone, seemed like a lifeline that was now gone... My daughter, however, thought it was hilarious and still antagonises me to this day about it.