Humble pie...twice

JR, Jeff Reed and I grabbed some lunch on Wednesday before our trip to CF Downtown. JR encourages lunches at chinese buffets, so we went.

During lunch, I heard a cell phone ring. It was a noticeable ringtone, the sound from everyone's favorite video game featuring an Italian guy smacking his head into boxes for a gold coin. The sound of the gold coin leaving the box (can't actually type or name the sound) was his ring tone, It was distinct and loud.

He let the phone ring out...all eight rings. I stood in disbelief; I couldn't believe that i paid attention that long and that he didn't silence it. I figured it was cell phone trouble and let it go. However, a few minutes later, it happened again.

About the fifth ring I said to Jeff and JR at our table, "who doesn't know how to answer a cell phone?".

The answer was quick and right behind me.

"I don't. If i touch this thing it will connect and I don't want to talk at lunch."

Oh snap. I'm not usually that guy that makes semi-accusatory comments to strangers.

So I mumbled that the ring tone was cool and I understood he didn't want to answer the phone. A couple moments later, we realized he was leaving anyway. He walked away and wasn't upset. He didn't seem bothered.

We laughed hard. Jeff accused me of picking a fight. JR accused me of talking smack. I didn't think it was either. I probably said what everyone else was thinking.

Fast forward to Thursday. I'm at Panera Bread writing (i love the free internet and drink refills) and i hear a very distinct ringtone. I have a flashback and begin looking around.

Sure enough. There he was. I have the same dietary habits as "no cell phone answer" guy. He picked up after two rings this time.

Tragedy averted.