Our doorbell plays the first two notes of Feelings. Not much but plenty nasty enough to want to use ear bleach to keep it from getting stuck in your head.
Luckily hardly anyone comes to the door anymore so no need to call Señor Ding Dong.
Mine does that too. We thought it was hilarious the first time we heard it.
I also have a Zojirushi rice cooker that serenades us with the first few bars of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ when I press the start button. When the rice is done, we are treated to a snippet of ‘Amaryllis (an air composed for Louis XIII)’ by Henri Ghys.
Our new Kitchenaid microwave emits several different nondescript warbling tunes when various cycles complete.
I have to wonder who is in charge of product musical performance at appliance manufacturers’ headquarters.
Lucille Ball picked up music and Morse code through her fillings. Or not.
No word on whether she got an earworm through her teeth, though. :eek:
Our new-ish washing machine plays a happy little series of notes when it’s done; they sound almost identical to the last six notes of the Mary Tyler Moore Show theme. MAKE IT STOP!
At the office I used to work at, incoming faxes sounded like the first ten beats of “Blue Monday” by New Order.
The POS machines at Trader Joe’s play music when it’s time to pull out your card. They reprogram them to play different tunes at different times of the year, including Christmas songs at Christmas and spooky music at Halloween.
I used to operate an IBM 1401 way back in the dark ages. Programmers had learned how to control the printer so it played music.
After brewing a cup of whatever, the Keurig machine goes ‘woooooo-EEEEEE-oooooo…’ I always think of March of the Winkies.