On our roadtrip this summer our car was broken into and every last piece of technology (Nintendo DSes, iPhones, computers, etc.) was stolen except for my iPhone which was conveniently in my pocket like an extra appendage. We replaced some stuff on the trip, but intentionally chose not to replace Shiree's phone because we didn't want to mess up her upgrade to the imminent iPhone 4. What that meant is that throughout the entire trip (as I drove) I got to experience another person using *my* phone... "I need to look up a phone number, I need to check my email, I want to look at the map, what's the weather supposed to be like tomorrow." Now it was my wife so we can share right? Umm... just like my toothbrush I'd rather not. It's not rational, I know, but there's something about the personal-ness of a phone.