It happened during a quiet afternoon at the community center. I was sitting in the third row, the silence was absolute, and then it started—the blaring, high-pitched default ringtone of my phone vibrating against the wooden pew. Every head in the room turned. My face went hot as I scrambled to silence the device, eventually just cutting the power entirely. It was one of those moments that makes you feel incredibly unprofessional, despite it being a simple, human oversight. I had forgotten to mut...