I was outside when Jana came out and asked if I could look up a business phone number for her with my phone. Sure I can, an opportunity to demo to my wife the Google Voice Local Search (1-800-GOOG-411) and how cool it is.

Then I went back to playing with my boys in the yard and hardly even thought twice as I set my phone on the car that was parked right next to me. I’ll grab it when I go inside. Suuuuure.

A few hours later: Where’s your phone? Hmm, yeah, it’s probably in the road somewhere since you just got back from the store.

Jana called the phone, some high school punks answered, giggling and trying to be funny. I got on and asked where I can come pick up my phone, a kid responds, this thing has been ran over a few times. I said, that’s fine, just let me get it. He met me at a gas station and I gave the dork $11.

Then we got a call asking about the prank phone calls that have been made randomly to my address book. Oh the joys of high school fun.

But really, it’s a good thing. Assuming my insurance with Verizon works as they sold it to me, I should be picking up a new phone tomorrow, no charge. And that means a fresh battery. The battery life on this dung slim phone is none existent after one year.