Put the gecko back on the line, please
I just called my pharmacy. They answered the phone, asked if I “could please hold”, and then put me thereupon. And they played me a fucking Geico commercial. On hold. At my pharmacist’s.
Then the commercial ended, and they started playing one of those warbling divas’ elevator assault tunes — I didn’t need a music video, I could see her hand, parallel to the ground, moving up and down (massaging the melody line?) clearly in my mind’s eye — and I was begging for them to bring back the gecko, or at least give me a grapefruit spoon to gouge out my ear. They didn’t, and I actually had to hang up, the music was so obnoxious.
No, I’m not in a good mood. Why do you ask?
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