I was talking to a friend at an editorial house who had to put me on hold. Their hold music was pretty good. A bit bluesy. Like something you might listen to even if you weren't on hold.
Then I started thinking about what would happen if your hold message coordinator had Tourette's Syndrome.
"Hey, let me put you on hold for a minute."
Fuck you fuck you suck fuck fuck fuck shit head fuck face.
Now that's progress.