Room Service
The following is a telephone exchange between
a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia
which was recorded and published in the Far East
Economic Review.
Room Service: Morny. Ruin sorbees.
Guest: Sorry, I thought I dialed room service.
Room Service: Rye...Ruin sorbees...morny!
Djewish to odor sunteen?
Guest: Uh...I'd like some bacon and eggs.
Room Service: Ow July den?
Guest: What?
Room Service: Ow July den?...pry, boy, pooch?
Guest: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry,
scrambled please.
Room Service: Ow July dee bayhcem...crease?
Guest: Crisp will be fine.
Room Service: Hokay An San tos?
Guest: What?
Room Service: San tos July San tos?
Guest: I don't think so.
Room Service: No? Judo one toes?
Guest: I feel really bad about this, but I don't
know what Judo one toe means.
Room Service: Toes! Toes!...why djew Don Juan toes?
Ow bow singlish mopping we bother?
Guest: English muffin!!! I've got it! You were saying
Toast, Fine, Yes, and English muffin will be fine.
Room Service: We bother?
Guest: No...just put the bother on the side
Room Service: Wad?
Guest: I mean butter...just put it on the side
Room Service: Copy?
Guest: Sorry?
Room Service: Copy...tea...mill?
Guest: Yes. Coffee please, and that's all
Room Service: One Minnie. Ass ruin torino fee, strangle
ache, crease baychem, tossy singlish
mopping we bother honey sigh, and Copy...rye?
Guest: Whatever you say
Room Service: Tendjewberrymud
Guest: You're welcome