It's October. A beautiful, fall, Midwestern day. The leaves outside are beginning to turn to flame. The sky is the gorgeous blue of a silk scarf, and the clouds dance around in it like cotton balls. I know this because I've been staring out my window for hours today. Why just stare? Why not go out into it and become "one" with the autumn?
Because I've been making those necessary but irritating phone calls--with the health insurance company, the credit card company, the car insurance company and the credit card company again--and they all put me on hold.
And on hold some more.
And on hold again, while some demonic person played a bizarre, jazzed-up, Musak version of the Titanic theme song "My Heart Will Go On." (No, I'm not kidding.)
My heart might go on but, let me tell you, my patience is limited.
If, according to to the writers of that fabulous new CW comedy Reaper, "hell on earth" is a place like the local DMV, then I say purgatory must be the state of being on hold while some insurance agent claims to need "just a minute" to check their files...
2 comments:
haha...I loved your on-hold experience. Made me laugh. Enjoy the blessings of fall leaves. I still want to dip into a swimming pool here. YUCK!
I always figure it's good to get irritating things like this out of the way all at once, so you don't have to mess with it for a while afterward.
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