The cheesey music pauses and a voice suggests I try The Website where I can find the Answers to many Frequently Asked Questions. Fourth in the queue didn’t sound so bad earlier.
I close my eyes and press my forehead against the wall, banging it gently in time to the music that will haunt me tonight as I try to sleep.
The repeated tune is now a comfort in the timeless limbo of Queue; the interrupting Voice is the Devil of Irrelevant Distraction.
My Holy Hold Music gives me succour as I await the prophesised coming of Customer Service.