Sometimes those get involved with the shooting I do, but almost never because that was my original plan for them. It's nit-picky, but you gotta draw lines somewhere, right?
This one time, at deer camp... My girlfriend bought me one of those new-fangled phones that flip up and have a touch screen... Wicked shit, right? Destroyer of worlds. I took it out and shot it. She wasn't too happy, but understood my reasons for doing so. We ultimately lost the battle, and now both have portable surveillance devices in our pockets that make that one look like the slightly post-9/11 era bullshit that it was.
No one has ever bought me another phone, though. At least some things went as intended.