No question about, every item I've owned that had an electric plug on it failed me this year.
First, my wife and I lost three appliances
at one time--a clothes dryer, a dishwasher and a refrigerator. The guy at Sears now calls me "sir." It took almost six months to pay off that debt.
Then there's my old computer. The Geek wanted the old one, but not to repair and re-sell. It seems that most of the fittings and fasteners for "that era" are no longer made.
(BTW, I bought a Harley-Davidson lock for the Dell, just in case).
Then there's today. I reached into my jacket, pulled out my phone and hit the side button, which gives me the time. I never leave it out, never. It's the mall, these guys would steal a flip phone while I was on it!
I hit the head, came back and reached into my jacket to call my wife--no phone. I retraced my steps, checked my jacket and pants fifty times, and even moved the table and chairs. I then hit their info desk, the check-out area and the cafe' but no one had seen it.
I must have thrown it on the table, and it was stolen.
Fortunately, the Sprint store is behind East Towne Mall, and I went there immediately. I had my old phone disconnected, but I purchased an exact duplicate so I wouldn't have to learn Czechoslovakian again. (No, really, the Czechs make a good phone).
The embarrassing part was paying for it. I got a nice young lady to wait on me, and I handed her the phone--the cheapest thing in the store and 'number four' of the cars parked out front.
I reached for my biker's wallet and she said, "Oh, we take cash and small change..."
I told her that I had a credit card, but she shook her head and replied, "We don't take checks..."
I again told her that I had a credit card, this time I showed her. She chuckled and said, "Oh, I thought you had a Czech credit card! We have a joke here, "We don't take checks or Czechs'..."
I got home, I was depressed, and I sat down to feed the dog and get a bite, too. Then I remembered that I should call my wife. I picked up the phone, thumbed down to her number and almost hit "dial."
But I stopped and asked myself two questions. First, the new phone had barely any charge so I plugged it into the a USB port on the computer. Then I wondered how a new phone already had my wife's number.
I went behind the Dell, and there was the 'new' phone in the USB port, and the 'old' phone in my hand.
...I had stolen my own phone, and I still cannot figure out how...