Attack of Peter Cetera

I arrived at work today to find the phone on my desk ringing. I pick it up, and about 30 seconds into the conversation, there's a lull. My ears pick up on music in the background. Sure enough, it was Peter Cetera's "Glory of Love" from Karate Kid II. There's nothing like some post-Chicago-17 Peter Cetera solo stuff. Bad times.

The best part, which I realized several hours later, is that her radio is about 8 feet from her phone. Meaning she had to have been CRANKING that stuff for me to be able to hear it. I bet the windows were rattling, just not from the bass -- they probably wanted to shatter in suicide just to escape Cetera.