The Sage at Work…

I was looking for some old reference somewhere in my file box labeled as “junk” when I stumbled upon this old article I received a decade ago.  I just couldn’t resist but read it again and somehow, it really drove my stress and tiredness away.  It’s really funny if you will read out-loud rather than read it with just your eyes.  The only thing is, I don’t know who the author was that’s why I added some info as to credit whoever wrote it 10 years ago.  So here it is…

Have you ever heard of the word… “Tendjewberrymud”?  It’s amazing, you will understand this word by the end of the conversation… Read aloud for best results (and some semblance of comprehension).  Be warned, you’re going to find yourself talking “funny” for a while after reading this.  This has been nominated for best email of 1999.  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 (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 baychem…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 one toes??

G: I feel really bad about this, but I don’t know what ‘judo one 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: 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.