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My phone rang yesterday in the grocery store and like a million times before I got a collective dirty look from all within earshot.
It’s not that they were doing anything special it’s just that most people seem to regard my ring tone as a hideous offensive awful. See, my phone rings. It sounds like a phone. A clanging old-time phone with a, you know, bell?
I can’t wrap my mind around why my ringtone irritates people so. Plus….Not fifteen minutes before I got the canned food aisle glare-down ; the produce aisle was all a-giggle as another phone alerted with with a string of burps and farts the likes of which I haven’t heard since my son’s 11th birthday party…
Granted, that phone belonged to an 8 year old boy but that brings up another thing I don’t get….
Why is it a good idea for an 8 year old boy to have access to ring tones?