You know how when you call some office and they put you on hold, the music your hear is this bland, backgroundy, subdued, horse-tranquilized elevator Muzak that's been run
repeatedly through a soul-proof filter?
I had to call the Canadian embassy in Reykjavík the other day. Consistent with Iceland's mile-wide quirky streak, this was their music-on-hold:
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