I wouldn’t even venture a guess for how many umbrellas I’ve purchased in my life. It’s not so much that I lose them; it’s that they turn out to be junk.
The frame collapses; the ribs get tweaked, causing it to bend the wrong way; and the ligaments snap apart, all of which renders the thing is so weak it surrenders to the elements by turning itself inside out, leaving me soaking wet while wrestling to make it cooperate. I hate when that happens.
