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Noodle Hair

Yesterday, like all days for me, was just crazy busy. The Husband offered to cook dinner so we grabbed the take-out menu from the Chinese restaurant down the block. (This is how it works when The Husband offers to cook)

The fun part about ordering from this particular place is that only one person at the restaurant speaks English and he's not always available to come to the phone. So when you call, and if he's not available, you go through the ritual of shouting and speaking slowly. Which, when you think about it, how completely stupid. Why is it when a person does not speak your language that you think shouting and speaking slowly will actually break the launguage barrier?

Anyway.

It's a crap shoot when you order. The only consistent part of the meal is the egg flower soup, BBQ pork, and fortune cookies so you have to have an open mind about your meal.

You really start with the best of intentions but what you order and what you actually get delivered to your door are two entirely different things.

"Hello? Yes? Help you?"

"I WANT AN ORDER OF GENERAL TSO'S CHICKEN"

"Chicken! Ok!"

"G E N E R A L. . . "

"Yes. Yes. Chicken, ok. Sheesh."

"AND I WANT AN ORDER OF MU SHU PORK, PLEASE"

"Pok. Ok. Pok."

"MU SHU..."

"Yes... pok."

"AND AN ORDER OF SUB GUM CHICKEN, PLEASE"

"Chicken. Yes. Chicken!"

"AN ORDER OF STICKY RICE"

"Rrrice. Yes."

"AND AN ORDER OF VEGETABLE SPRING ROLLS WITH PLUM SAUCE, PLEASE."

"Wegetables, ok. Ok. Thassit?"

"YES

"Ok. Order. Fibteen Minuts. Ok?"

"OK."

30 minutes later we received our order. We had pork fried rice, sweet & sour chicken, chicken chow mein with pan fried noodles and an order of broccoli beef. The beef thing was a puzzler. But, we were happy.

The Husband was working on a big project so I decided it would be nice to set up a picnic on our bed and watch a little TV. (The Bachelor - so deliciously low). Unfortunately, I was so tired that somewhere between digging my fork into the chicken chow mein and watching the Bachelor kiss three women on the same date, I fell asleep.

The Husband found me later and took the cartons away but apparently not before my spastic sleep habits took hold.

I totally woke up with pan-fried noodles in my hair.

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Posted by Foodwhore at April 29, 2004 09:36 AM