While in college my roommates and I had a number that was often confused with a Chinese restaurant’s number. We would get calls daily. After awhile I started answering the phone with, “Heh-row, Chinee Gardens”. Then I’d go back and forth with customers about menu items; I’d try to lay the accent on so thick that they’d ask me to repeat things over and over. I wasn’t 5% as good as this guy, but we had a lot of laughs. We even discussed the idea of actually cooking and delivering a few of those ten cent Top Ramen noodles and charging $14.95 regardless of what they ordered. We concluded that although funny, that would be overstepping morality boundaries. I’d love to see someone open a bunch of Chinese food containers of Top Ramen after paying $14.95 though. Ironically, after living in 28 places in my life, that’s the only old phone number I still remember; it was 243-MEAT.
