I messed up my diamond ring on vacation in Maui. How you ask? Surfing? No. Hiking? No. Zip Lining? No. What then? Reaching for a drink in the POS Chevy Aveo rental car that we had. What? Yep. The only apparent cupholder was at the back of the center console. I reached back to get the drink I had put there and my ring snagged on the crappy fabric armrest of the driver's seat (I was in the passenger seat, which didn't have an armrest.) Now my ring is unwearable. That's what I get for going on vacation as a married woman.