OM let
om LET
Eggs made into an omlette
ooomllleetteee eggs
Yes. An omlette.
With bacon and mushrooms.
Mush rooms
MUSHROOMS!!!
Yes. Mushrooms.
ORange juice
orange JEWs
orANGE Jooooce
O-R-A-N-G-E J-U-I
Yes, orange juice.
French toast
And a… nevermind. Yes, that’s it.
This was the conversation I woke up to this past weekend. Living in a hotel, Hubs has the option of “cooking” me breakfast with a simple phone call. Well, maybe not simple, but a phone call, at least.
The fact that my unflappable husband was um… flapped by the lack of understanding on the kitchen staff’s end was made better by the breakfast we received:
Plain scrambled eggs
French toast
Mango juice
The french toast was missing syrup, though everyone was very earnest in the fact that they had poured it on. I decided to play the fat American card and ask for a side of syrup anyway.
45 minutes after breakfast arrived, we received my syrup AND…
Yes, that would be a plate of mushrooms, which The Hubs promptly ate on toast.
Not bad for a country whose national language is English, eh?
