I heard the most annoying cell phone ringer I’ve ever heard in my life, today. It was, nice and clear, as if over a cranked-up speakerphone: a female soul-singer’s voice with the following words sung perkily: “ring ring ringggg-ah!!! ring ring ringggg-ah!!! riiiiiaaaiiiiing riiing-ring, ring-ring” (repeat three or four times) (I didn’t even capitalize it for emphasis.) I don’t remember the rest of the melody (thankfully) after the part I’m about to describe, but the first three words were C-E-G followed by C-E-G again. To compound things, the person whose phone was ringing DID NOT PICK IT UP or make any motion to turn it off. He just left it sitting on a bench in front of him. Could he possibly have been PROUD of this? Was he enjoying the tune? Or pathetically attempting to SHOW OFF his “cool” “ring-tone” which he probably wasted $5 on? See, the sound did not even have the benefit of filtration through pants-pocket material, for whatever slight reduction in amplitude and sharpness of sound that provides. Horrible, just horrible. I’m glad I came out of there alive. This lousy excuse for a male person should be glad he did, too. See, WHEN I WAS A BOY, you could get a pint of ice cream for FIVE CENTS!