Not on purpose, but good grief did my husband's phone go through a lot his first full day with it. First off, since we didn't order cases, hubby insisted on sticking the phone in his front pants pocket like he always does caseless despite all he'd heard about bending. My husband is tall and has leg muscles that will bend the phone if it's really that fragile. He got through the workday with no problem and we promptly went out to the mall, hunted around a bit and got matching wallet cases that are remiscent of the iPad cases made by Incipio. They're actually pretty useless as wallets but offer good protection despite looking thin and flimsy. Our AT&T store carried them. They come in black or white/black combo.
The case immediately earned its keep that night. My husband had the cased phone and a glass of water and was heading off to bed. As he tried to open the bedroom door our crazy cat shot past him and he spilled water and dropped the phone from chest height to the hardwood floor.
I heard the clatter from the kitchen and the cursing and the cat's name. This is the same cat who got startled and rolled down the stairs when the doorbell rang as the phones were delivered and almost tripped me. So I guessed what had happened. I didn't know about the water, though. Hubby entered the kitchen, grabbed paper towels, glared at me and said "Don't ask!" Then dried off the phone.
When he calmed down he told me the phone seemed fine.
So there you have it, real world torture test from a tired middle-aged couple with the usual careless habits couples like us have and a crazy cat that, before we adopted it, probably worked as a movie extra as That Cat that pops out of cupboards and fakes the audience out in horror films. No, we did not make a You-Tube video of it. That's for you younger folks to do stuff like that.
