Shlup

I can't find my driver's license, credit card, or Disneyland pass. The last time I saw them was Wednesday, when they were in my back pocket at Disneyland. For the last week I've pushed it to the back of my mind, convinced they'd be in my laundry basket.

Alas, they are not.

So I'm on hold with Disneyland's lost and found. It's been twenty minutes.

"Thank you for your patience. A lost and found cast member will answer your call in just a moment. Please continue to hold. Thank you."

Whose bright idea was it to play that message 30 second?

At least the hold music is good.

Oh, wait, spoke too soon. They're playing the World of Color theme.

Coloooooor
Coloooooor
The woooorld is a carousel of coloooooor

Kill me.

Twenty-five minutes.

I haven't eaten yet today. I was about to go down to Fuji Grill and pick me up a bowl of rice with a fat wad of raw tuna on top, but now I have to sit here. On hold. Possibly forever. And I'm hungry.

Nothing to entertain me on Facebook. OMG IT'S RINGING.

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Someone needs to tell these people how piercing the sound of a saxophone is over the phone.

. They don't have them. Nooooooooooo, I'm gonna have to clean my room.