Marvin’s Phone

One of the fondest memories I have of Marvin Zindler was when he was in the newsroom and his cell phone rang.
He couldn’t hear the ringer, but everybody else could.
“Answer your phone, Marvin,” said a coworker.
“What?” asked Marvin.
“ANSWER YOUR PHONE, MARVIN!” yelled the coworker.
Marvin checked every one of his white suit’s pockets, found the phone, and answered it. “HELLO?”
Here’s what I never understood: How the shit he could hear the person talking on the phone, and not the ringer?
I think he was fucking with us. Which was very Marvin. He was an asshole.