Ha ha ha! I'm sure that everyone I know has suffered the very same frustrations that Clarence has in the above strip. In fact, I'm sure that everyone, even those whom I don't know have suffered likewise. It's a stress that previous generations, which lacked the technology that blesses our day to day lives, could not have even imagined! That is, new technology brings new conveniences...and new curses.
I hated the robotic blah blah that dribbled out the end of my receiver back in the day and I still hate the same drizzle I encounter, oh too often, when attempting to communicate with any businesses ... any day...every freaking day! I've learned to live with it over time, accepting it is a part of progress (albeit a part that sucks, sucks, SUCKS)!
I've learned some coping strategies to help me through the inevitable 'Voices of the Unliving', one of which is deep breathing and zenlike mental discipline, which I'll admit sometimes brings patience. The best unfailing method of self control I've found yet though is simply a large vessel of strong alcohol, administered as needed, throughout the ordeal.