La musique

This morning I woke up to the sound of crappy elevator music, and because it’s usually my roommate playing music in the living room, I assumed that her taste had taken a sudden sharp turn downhill.

I then realized that she was on the phone to the government, they had her on hold and she had just left her phone on speakerphone. Service in French seems to take a lot longer than service in English sometimes. This means plenty of muzak to go around.

I totally prefer the stuff she usually listens to:

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