PLEASE ENJOY THE MUSIC? IMPOSSIBLE!
June 20, 2012
When placing a phone call, as soon as I hear the word “Please...” I groan. Because what is certain to follow is “....enjoy the music while your party is being reached.” And then comes such an assault on my ears that every nerve is jangled as with the skill of a bell ringer. I can’t enjoy the music, can you? It is not music. Even when the “song” is something I vaguely recognize, it is not music. It is a cacophony of harsh, grinding, unremitting noise. The sane person would simply hold the phone calmly an arm’s length from his ear until the din subsides and the pleasant, well-meaning call-ee answers. But I always use ear phones with my calls and pulling them out each time my ears are attacked is rather inconvenient.
The ones that put that “music” on their phones must never call themselves or they would know the disservice they render. It couldn’t actually cost a monthly fee to keep that reverberation going, could it? If it does, I would ask you to save your money and save what’s left of my hearing! Please!