This week's funniest e-mail is actually pretty old but still hilarious nonetheless. Thank you, Lesia, a.k.a. Southernwriter!
By the way, it did, in fact, start snowing after I got to work yesterday, with icky little ice pellets thrown in for good measure. Boss Lady was still snowed/iced in at home from the last snow, so we shut down the Fiery Pit before noon and headed home for a snow day.
Wishing you guys a Wonderful Wednesday and a ... Happy Hump Day!
Following is a telephone conversation between a hotel guest and room service at a hotel in Asia. The call was recorded and later published in the Far East Economic Review. This will crack you up! You need to read this aloud (for full effect). Just say any unfamiliar words phonetically. It's amazing, but you will understand what "Tenjuberrymud" means by the end of the conversation. This was nominated for best e-mail of 1999.
Here goes...
***ROOM SERVICE (RS): Morny, ruin sorbees.
Guest (G): Sorry, I thought I dialed Room Service.
RS: Rye...Ruinsorbees ...morny! Dyuwish to odor sunteen?
G: Un... Yes...I'd like some bacon and eggs.
RS: Ow july den?...pry, boy, pooch?
G: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please.
RS: Ow july dee baychem... crease?
G: Crisp will be fine.
RS: Okay. An san toes?
G: I don't think so.
RS; No? Judo one toes?
G: I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what "judo one toes" means.
RS: Toes! Toes!...Why djuw don juan toes? Ow bow inglish 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: I mean butter...just put it on the side.
RS: Copy?
G: Sorry?
RS: Copy...team...mill?
G: Yes, coffee please and that's all.
RS: One minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle ache, crease bychem, tossy inglish mopping we bother honey sign, and copy...rye?
G: Whatever you say.
RS: Tenjuberrymud.
G: You're welcome.
7 comments:
How did you make that piece of toast? Do you have a special toaster? Yeah...that's what we need! A toaster you can type messages into to toast on your bread. Stuff like, "Got coffee?" or "Are you still here?"
btw, Come hell or high water, I'm never supposed to miss work. You know that post office credo: Neither rain, nor snow, nor dark of night ...yeah, well up their's. They don't ship the mail. We do. They send it to us in big bags, trays, and plastic boxes, and WE put it on planes and get it to where it's supposed to be. Hundreds of thousands of containers of it every day. They make about $30 dollars an hour, and I make about a 1/3 of that. Fokers. So if I (& we) don't go to work, people don't get their mail. Or their packages delivered. Friday night, when the ice storm his us, I slid in there, but 11 people called in, including the boss.
You have LOTS more snow than we do!
I'm sunbathing right now!
...In my Harley Boxers!
I made the toes -- er, toast with ImageChef.com, SW. But I churned the bother myself. I would like to have my own special message generating toaster, though.:)
Geez, that's bad when you have to take your life in your hands and slide in to work like that -- and the boss doesn't even make the effort. I think we both need new jobs -- or best selling novels.
Oh, why don't you rub it in, Galen? How about you send me some of that sunshine and I'll ship you a boatload of snow. Then things would seem more normal -- VA weather in VA and MI weather in MI, instead of bass-ackwards.:-)
I would have been really BAAAD on the customer end of this conversation ;)
Oh, I have no doubt of it, Skunk.:)
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