But this afternoon the fax machine's repeated autodial (guess it was getting a busy signal) kept nudging its way into my train of thought for some reason. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't ignore it. It was like someone poking me in the back of the head. Hey. Hey. HEY!
Finally I mentally turned around and went "WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
DUDE! says back-of-brain, pointing at the fax autodialer.
Which I suddenly realize, with the combination of outside line access code, long distance number, and LD access card entry, is playing the fucking Merrie Melodies theme song.
Not PRECISELY note-for-note, but creepily and uncannily close enough to make me sit there and stare at it as it went through 2 more dial attempts because I thought EDS had finally driven me over the edge and I was having aural hallucinations.
It's made the day decidedly surreal. Not to mention the fact that now I'm deathly curious to know whose number it is and what we were faxing them. There's a one in a bajillion chance it's ACME and someone is ordering Jet-powered roller skis.