Room Service...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Tue, 1 Apr 1997 19:06:18 +0100


Hiya All...

Many years ago, I worked as a proof-reader for the Far Eastern Economic
Review. Having just been sent this, it is nice to see that they still
maintain their reputation for publishing the occasional silliness...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------


Language proficiency is part of the international contracting scene. 
This exchange between an English-speaking traveler and a member of
the hotel staff in a Far East hotel was recorded in the "Far Eastern 
Economic Review".

Room Service: Morny. Rune-sore-bees.
Hotel Guest: Oh, sorry. I thought I dialed Room Service. 
RS: Rye, rune-sore-bees. Morny. Djewish to odor sunteen? 
HG: Uh... yes. I'd like some bacon and eggs.
RS: Ow July den?
HG: What?
RS: Aches. Ow July den? Pry, boy, pooch...?
HG: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry. Scrambled please. 
RS: Ow July dee baycome? Crease?
HG: Crisp will be fine.
RS: Hokay. An Santos?
HG: What?
RS: Santos. July Santos?
HG: Ugh. I don't know... I don't think so. 
RS: No. Judo one toes?
HG: Look, I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what
    "judo one  toes" means. I'm sorry.
RS: Toes! Toes! Why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow cenglish mopping
    we bother?
HG: English muffin! I've got it! You were saying toast! Fine. An
    English muffin will be fine.
RS: We bother?
HG: No. Just put the bother on the side. 
RS: Wad?
HG: I'm sorry. I meant butter. Butter on the side. 
RS: Copy?
HG: I feel terrible about this but... 
RS: Copy. Copy, tea, mill...
HG: Coffee! Yes, coffee please. And that's all.
RS: One Minnie. Ass rune torino fee, strangle aches, crease
    baycome, tossy cenglish mopping we bother honey sigh, and 
    copy. Rye?
HG: Whatever you say.
RS: Hokay. Tendjewberrymud.
HG: You're welcome.