Dear Friends,
For those of you reading from around the world, it’s Winter here in Northeast Ohio, USA. Snow, ice, plow trucks, side-walk salt all frame a post-holiday lack of enthusiasm. While I am normally an extroverted person, today I would like to be a bear, hibernating in a fetal position until the smell of Spring and my growling belly wake me from my z’s.
Music can be uplifting, comforting, rhythmic, transcendent, playful, and scary.
Sometimes, maybe even more essentially, music can act as a “filler” for the more awkward moments in life, such as:
*When you’re in the doctor’s waiting room waiting for the results of your urine test…
* Late night grocerie shopping when that weird guy keeps ending up in the same aisle as you…
* or, one of the most AWKWARD places of all… the ELEVATOR.
The elevator is such a wonderful place, isn’t it? It’s a place where:
* there are so many floors, so little time…
*you can cram close to a complete stranger
* you can witness your husband pass gas, only to be followed by an unexpected rider from floor 5.
… all kept light by that repetitive jazz fluff playing in the background.
The moral of the story is: Don’t underestimate the power of Muzak.
And by the way, here’s 10 Hours of Elevator Music just for you. Just what you wanted, right? ;O)
I’d love to hear about one of your awkward stories. Drop me a comment!
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One time I had to do a 24 hour urine collection and bring it back to the lab. I went back the next day to drop off my jug of urine and there was a huge line waiting for the receptionist. Everyone else was getting bloodwork done, and there I was, just hanging out with my jug of pee.
Diane, I believe this is the best comment I’ve ever read on a blog. You made my day.