My purpose here is not to carp — much — about being mistreated by Lufthansa's customer service system. Why bother? My recent experience with the German airline was no worse than what I or anyone else is usually subjected to by big companies.
Yes, I had to call repeatedly just to get put on hold. When I finally made it to hold, I waited between 20 and 40 minutes each time — ensuring that when I was finally connected to a human being, I was in a low-level rage that I had to suppress if I hoped to achieve anything at all. It took a number of these calls to resolve my flight problems, and on two occasions, a representative finally picked up and then accidentally disconnected me, so I had to start over.
It's standard stuff. We've all been through it. And as I said, that's not my subject today.
No, what I want to talk about is the "hold music" that I listened to while I waited. I spent a lot of time wondering about it because, you know, what else could I do?
The reason I was on hold in the first place was that my wife tested positive for the coronavirus on the very day I was to fly to Germany for my father's 90th birthday, so my plans were scuttled. To avoid losing more than $1,000, I hoped to cancel and rebook despite having, characteristically, bought the cheapest available ticket, which technically didn't allow changes, refunds or vouchers.
Unfortunately, Lufthansa was "experiencing an extraordinarily high call volume."
So I waited, and listened.
Let me backtrack for a moment. The idea of playing music while people are on hold can be traced back 60 years to a Long Island factory owner named Alfred Levy. Apparently Levy is reasonably famous among the narrow circle of people who care about telephone hold music. He stumbled on the concept accidentally, the story goes, after an exposed wire in his company's phone system came in contact with a steel girder and picked up the broadcast of a nearby radio which callers on hold to his business could hear.