Cell Phone Smackdown

I'm at the theatre watching No Country for Old Men, and the schmuck in front of me answers his cell phone. It's the bloodbath scene when the psycho, Anton Chigurh, unloads with his crazy oxygen tank/nail-gun-shooter-thing. I love Joel and Ethan Coen and I love this movie. But the cell phone! It's killing me with its crappy-ring-tone song, which happens to be, "I'm a flirt," by R. Kelly. This is kind of ironic since the phone's owner is about a hundred and twenty pounds and looks like he works at Radio Shack. Not that there's anything wrong with the guys who work at Radio Shack. Damn knowledgeable fellows, for the most part. But you wouldn't expect one to violate the sanctity of a big screen showing of a new Coen Bro's movie with some hip-hopanonymous shite on a Motorola. The Radio Shack R. Kelly answers his phone:   

"Hey, man. I'm watching a movie. What are you doing?"

"Oh, that's cool. Hey check this out..." 

He holds the phone up in the air so the person on the other end can hear the audio from the movie. And that's precisely when I lose my patience, grab the phone from his outstretched hand, and toss it clattering down the sloped movie theatre aisle. It was a very satisfying sound, that clattering.