From Bluetooth to Red Ross

See what I did there? With the colors?

Bluetooth:

"I love it when she calls my phone
She even got her very own ringtone
If that ain't love then I don't know what love is (ba ba da da)"

From:
Cupid's Chokehold
by Gym Class Heroes

Right, so I bought a Bluetooth USB adapter the other day so I could synch up my cool new Razr phone with this free song-editing software and make my own ringtones from songs on my computer. Every time my phone rings now, it makes me laugh, smile, and/or feel nostalgic, depending upon the person/song. Awesome.

Downside: So for my friend Kathy, I picked this clip from a Beck song that, if you know Kathy/Kyeathy/Keffy, you know it fits her to a T. However, when one day you forget to turn off your cell phone ringer at work and this ringtone comes blaring out as you're discussing neurosurgical illustration-type things with your boss, it can lead to some mild embarrassment. Fact.

Red Ross:

Ross: Okay, I know what I have to do. I've got to go Red Ross...Y'know, Red Ross!
Joey: I totally don't know what you're talking about.
Ross: Come on! The time we were all waiting in line for Dances With Wolves and that one guy cut in line in front of us and I just lost it?! Screamed at him! Turned all red! Red Ross!!

From:
The One With All the Rugby
by Friends

So I've spent the past four days in a mild panic trying to get my license plates and registration and car insurance and all that figured out before one of two things happens: a) my Nebraska plates expire, or 2) the Phoenix police give me a $300 ticket for failure to register my car in a timely manner. So I trek allllll the way to the scary ghetto West Phoenix MVD today (the only one open on a Saturday) to get my crap figured out. It was hot. It was insanely crowded. I was not pleased. So I sit in the inspection line to have them verify the VIN number on my car. Finally it's my turn. She checks the number on my dash. Then she wants to compare it to the number on the inside of my car door. Except there IS no number on the inside of my car door because the original door was smashed to heck when I wrecked it like six years ago and, apparently, the replacement door was VIN number-less. And, APPARENTLY, this all means that I have to take time off of work to go BACK to the MVD between the hours of 8am and 4pm, Monday through Friday, and have them do some kind of special inspection that I have to PAY for. No amount of explanation and syrupy sweetness would change the VIN-nazi's mind. I was thisclose to going all Red Ross on her. But I didn't. I said "thank you for your help" and managed to sound only slightly passive-aggressive slash sarcastic. I am a rock.