You're sitting there holding the phone, waiting to speak to technical support. You're forlorn hope is that some time in the future, someone will come on the line. He'll say something like "Hello, my name is Kevin. How may I help you?" but he'll be speaking with a distinctly East Indian accent. In the meantime, you're listening to The 101 Strings playing a pop arrangement of Pachelbel's Canon. And it plays over and over and over and over and over and over and. . . .

That's Limbo.

Don Firth

P. S.   It's nice of the Pope to abolish it. I really appreciate that.