Oh, the Nokia 3310 reminds me of painful incident. I had that phone for so fucking long but finally, it started to malfunction and would drop out when you were speaking with someone all the time. One evening, it happened one time too much and I went into rage mode. I yelled at the phone and proceded to throw it to the ground with all the might I could muster. But I swear to God, just a microsecond after the phone left my hand and went into the ground, I came to my senses and let out a Darth Vader-like "noooooooooooooo" and tried to catch it in the air. But alas, it was not meant to be. The phone went into the ground. (In a manner similar to this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAYL5H46QnQ.)
But lo and behold! It seems like only the glass broke. Maybe the phone would still work? But God works in mysterious ways, and this evening his way was to mess with me as much as possible. So before I managed to pick up the damn thing, a fucking cyclist comes from behind and runs over my precious phone! AAAAAAAAARGH! And that was it, the phone now was in about 3310 pieces.
I buried the thing atop a hill, under a three. The 3310 would have liked that, I think. God have mercy on its soul.