Hotel Muddle

 | August 12,2010 10:58 am IST

 

For those who stay in hotels regularly, this conversation should sound familiar.

 

Room Service: Morny. Rune-sore-bees.

Hotel Guest: Oh, sorry. I thought I dialed Room Service.

 

Room Service: Rye, rune-sore-bees. Morny. Djewish to odor sunteen?
Hotel Guest: Uh... yes. I'd like some bacon and eggs.

 

Room Service: Ow July then?
Hotel Guest: What?

 

Room Service: Aches. Ow July then? Pry, boy, pooch...?
Hotel Guest: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry. Scrambled please.

 

Room Service: Ow July thee baycome? Crease?
Hotel Guest: Crisp will be fine.

 

Room Service: Okay. An Santos?
Hotel Guest: What?

 

Room Service: Santos. July Santos?
Hotel Guest: Ugh. I don't know... I don't think so.

 

Room Service: No. Judo one toes?
Hotel Guest: Look, I feel really bad about this but I don't know what "judo one toes" means. I'm sorry.

 

Room Service: Toes! Toes! Why djew Don Juan toes? Ow bow cenglish mopping we bother?
Hotel Guest: English muffin! I've got it! You were saying toast! Fine. An English muffin will be fine.

 

Room Service: We bother?
Hotel Guest: No. Just put the bother on the side.

 

Room Service: Wad?
Hotel Guest: I'm sorry. I meant butter. Butter on the side.

 

Room Service: Copy?
Hotel Guest: I feel terrible about this but...

 

Room Service: Copy. Copy, tea, mill...

Hotel Guest: Coffee! Yes, coffee please. And that's all.

 

Room Service: One Minnie. Ass rune torino fee, strangle aches, crease baycome, tossy cenglish mopping we bother honey sigh, an copy. Rye?

Hotel Guest: Whatever you say.

 

Room Service: Okay. Tendjewberrymud.
Hotel Guest: You're welcome.