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steve2470

(37,457 posts) Mon Mar 30, 2015, 02:52 PM Mar 2015

very trivial first-world gripe: loud and distorted on-hold music....

I realize some callers are very hard of hearing, so it's no big deal for them

For the rest of us, it's like a bad acid trip back to bad music out of the 1970's!

On an unrelated note, I have to fork over $448 and change to do my slightly infamous colonoscopy, and then more because my $6000 deductible is not satisfied for this year. Ugh. THIS is why we need single payer, so that everyone can get a lovely colonoscopy. A tad of sarcasm there but otherwise quite serious.

Have a lovely day, ya'll.

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very trivial first-world gripe: loud and distorted on-hold music.... (Original Post) steve2470 Mar 2015 OP

I have noticed that, too. The music is VERY loud and usually pretty awful. CurtEastPoint Mar 2015 #1

I love on the on-hold music. KMOD Mar 2015 #2

you would, sis! steve2470 Mar 2015 #5

I don't much care for on-hold music OriginalGeek Mar 2015 #3

in all fairness, I have had normal volume jazz music once.... steve2470 Mar 2015 #4

300.000 views on youtube.... jakeXT Mar 2015 #6

good ol' Muzak! steve2470 Mar 2015 #7

CurtEastPoint

(18,656 posts)

1. I have noticed that, too. The music is VERY loud and usually pretty awful.

Reply to steve2470 (Original post)

Mon Mar 30, 2015, 03:21 PM

Mar 2015

KMOD

(7,906 posts)

2. I love on the on-hold music.

Reply to steve2470 (Original post)

Mon Mar 30, 2015, 03:48 PM

Mar 2015

just kidding.

steve2470

(37,457 posts)

5. you would, sis!

Reply to KMOD (Reply #2)

Tue Mar 31, 2015, 04:31 AM

Mar 2015

kidding also

OriginalGeek

(12,132 posts)

3. I don't much care for on-hold music

Reply to steve2470 (Original post)

Mon Mar 30, 2015, 06:55 PM

Mar 2015

but I kinda dig hearing The Girl From Ipanema on department store overhead speakers. Especially if it's a huge, echoey store. Something oddly comforting about it I think. Probably memories of being rolled round the department store shopping with my mom in the days when she was still married to my dad and not a right-wing religious loon.