Ring back tones

One time I was delivering wings and I had to call a lady to come down and get her chicken, OK?  And so I called her and she had a ring-back tone or whatever where it plays music instead of ringing.  It was a new Jack Johnson song, and at the time it was one of my favorite songs.  The lady didn't answer so I had to call back a few times, but I didn't mind, because I kept hearing the song.  And when she did finally answer, and came down for the chicken, she was gorgeous, with a megawatt smile and auburn hair and oh, her eyes, and yeah I probably fell in love delivering wings.

That's the good part.

Then comes this.

More and more I hear these ring-back tones as I deliver and I absolutely hate the songs.  And when people don't answer I have to hear them over and over.  And the song quality is horrible, and it's usually loud so I have to point the phone sort-of away from my ear while it's "ringing."  From garbage rap songs to yee-hah country it's nearly unbearable.

So basically I can't stand ring-back tones anymore.  They're the epitome of a self-absorbed mindset.  Because, really, what is the point?  How often does one call their own cell-phone?  Almost never, unless you've lost it or something.  The ring-back tone exists solely for those who actually call: friends, family, wing and pizza deliverers, potential employers, creepy guys from eHarmony.

If this really is for the benefit of the caller there is a tacit assumption you, the caller, will like my ring-back tone: you will like the song, you will like the song's volume, you will like the song's quality.

And, most of the time, I don't.  So the whole purpose of the ring-back tone is moot.  It's a failure.  It just doesn't work.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Because while I'm sitting here waiting for you to maybe possibly answer the damn phone when I call, I have to endure some Toby Keith song over and over and over I think I may just take my phone and your chicken and throw it into the woods.

Bottom line: music is personal.  If I want your recommendation, I'll be chipper enough to ask. Stop paying for the ring-back tone, because odds are you have a horrible taste in music, in my opinion at least.  And I'm the one listening.  So my opinion counts.

P.S. Jack Johnson lady . . . call me . . . I promise you free chicken.