Warum erinnert mich das nur so an die telefonischen Bestellungen beim
China Imbiss?

Be warned, you’re going to find yourself talking „funny“ for a while after
reading this. It was nominated „best e-mail of 1997“. A telephone exchange
between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was
supposedly recorded and published in the „Far East Economic Review.“
Room Service (RS): „Morny. Ruin sorbees.“
Guest (G): „Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.“
RS: „Rye … Ruin sorbees … morny! Djewish to odor sunteen??“
G: „Uh, … yes … I’d like some bacon and eggs.“
RS: „Ow July den?“
G: „What??“
RS: „Ow July den? … pry, boy, pooch?“
G: „Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry; scrambled please.“
RS: „Ow July dee bayhcem … crease?“
G: „Crisp will be fine.“
RS: „Hokay. An San tos?“
G: „What?“
RS: „San tos. July San tos?“
G: „I don’t think so.“
RS: „No? Judo wan toes??“
G: „I feel really bad about this, but I don’t know what ‚judo wan toes‘
means.“
RS: „Toes! toes! … why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow singlish mopping we
bother?“
G: „English muffin!! I’ve got it! You were saying ‚Toast.‘ Fine. Yes, an
English muffin will be fine.“
RS: „We bother?“
G: „No. … just put the bother on the side.“
RS: „Wad?“
G: „Uh, … I mean butter … just put it on the side.“
RS: „Copy?“
G: „Sorry?“
RS: „Copy … tea … mill?“
G: „Yes. Coffee please, and that’s all.“
RS: „One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease baychem, tossy
singlish mopping we bother honey sigh, and copy … rye??“
G: „Whatever you say.“
RS: „Tendjewberrymud.“
G: „You’re welcome.“