on hold

I'm on hold with Ikea customer service for the second time this week.  That's two more times than I'd like.  There are only two songs that play interchangeably while you're on hold.  One is a peppy little piano jaunt that brings to mind naughty kittens prancing about the kitchen counters, tracking flour where it shouldn't be with their tiny paws.

The other song is a jazzy low key romantic song, with an out of breath man whisper-singing "there's nothing I wouldn't do for you".  I roll my eyes at these lyrics and think about how perversely wrong of a representation of Ikea's customer service this is.  Before I know it, it's back to the tune of kittens awkwardly toddling on kitchen countertops.  I sigh and patiently wait for my turn to complain.