As if it's not bad enough to have to go back to work after two days off, I rode the morning commute with someone who is brain dead. This person decided that they needed to change their ringtone on their cellphone, and, well you know, what perfect time than on a train packed full of people? I'm pretty sure their phone had atleast 100 options, and they needed to hear every single one. Seriously, dude? Much like getting dressed in the morning, this is something that needs to be done in the privacy of your own home. So please Mr. Canon-in-D-techno-remix man, spare us, because things like this is what makes a person hate the morning.