This is where I shake my fist at the kids these days riding their bikes across my yard. I like to think of myself as fairly modern and as my parents would say "with it". I have an iPhone. Sorry, I have to say it at least 5,000 more times because I am OBSESSED, I tell you OBSESSED with it. I blog and I know what blogs are. I suppose it's good that I know what blogs are because I have one. It might be of concern if I didn't.
But the one thing I cannot stand is the music that plays instead of the phone ringing when you call someone's cell phone. I am on the phone a lot for work and when I call someone who is between the ages of 18 and 24, I hear some hip hop or country song while I wait for said person to pick up the damn phone. For some reason, it irks me to no end. I feel my shoulders tighten and I starting gritting my teeth. One of the secretaries from my old office, who I adore, has the same thing. I believe I bitched about it to her too.
So does this mean at the age of 33 I've become old? I guess that I better find some elastic waistband pants and settle down with the Golden Girls.