I’m on hold…breathlessly awaiting the long promised connection to a live person who can possibly connect me to another live person who will set up a delivery time for a large item which has been siting in Buffalo for a week now.
Normally, I hate being subjected to inane ‘on hold Muzak’…trapped by a slaughtered version of a Beatles song, a well watered down/cleaned up version of a Rod Stewart tune (sans lyrics) or an attempt to aggressively ‘bee bop’ a sacred hymn like Amazing Grace into a road trip kind of a sing-a-long.
Today, I’m pleasantly surprised at hearing the gorgeous tones of a Chopin prelude playing liltingly on my phone…minor key, slow movement…European angst with dark chords…gathering clouds…and then it occurs to me this might not be good. The invasion of Poland. The funeral march. Death.
I’m going to be on hold for eternity…
690 Saint Paul 