This afternoon I was on hold with the doctor’s office. I expected to be put on hold. I expected the hold music to be bad.
However I was not expecting there to be STATIC.
And I’m not talking a little static.
I’m talking driving through Two Gas Stations and an Abandoned Barn, West Virginia; straiiiining to hear “Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones through the nearly constant static on the shitty car radio since it’s still better than the “Give Us All Your Money Because Jesus” show on the only other functioning station, and since “Gimme Shelter” is a bitchin’ song.
This song, sadly, was not at all bitchin’. It was the downright opposite of bitchin’: It was this super peppy polka music.
So for forty-five harrowing minutes I sat with my headphones full of 85% mind-numbing static, and 15% abrasively upbeat accordion.
I got the referrals faxed where they needed to be faxed in the end, but my God, at what cost?
However I was not expecting there to be STATIC.
And I’m not talking a little static.
I’m talking driving through Two Gas Stations and an Abandoned Barn, West Virginia; straiiiining to hear “Gimme Shelter” by The Rolling Stones through the nearly constant static on the shitty car radio since it’s still better than the “Give Us All Your Money Because Jesus” show on the only other functioning station, and since “Gimme Shelter” is a bitchin’ song.
This song, sadly, was not at all bitchin’. It was the downright opposite of bitchin’: It was this super peppy polka music.
So for forty-five harrowing minutes I sat with my headphones full of 85% mind-numbing static, and 15% abrasively upbeat accordion.
I got the referrals faxed where they needed to be faxed in the end, but my God, at what cost?
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