Postcards from New Zealand: Day Four

Today, I went to work with Aldo; he shares an office with a number of PhD students who sit in their cubicles working in silence, and there's an empty cubicle next to his where I can sit with my laptop. I was typing away when the silence was broken by canned demonic laughter—the ringing of a mobile phone. I only recognized it as such because when Aldo's mobile rings, it's with the bubbling sounds of a child's laughter. I wonder whether these laughing ringtones are particular to New Zealand; I've never heard them anywhere else.