Wednesday, September 22, 2010

SWEE SOWA CHICK'IN

I know you’ve all missed me.  It was a great weekend.  Mike was in town, and aside from a myriad of car troubles (which I may or may not blog about tomorrow) and distinct lack of money, it was a GREAT weekend.  Not to mention it was our 4 “monthiversary” of officially dating. =) GAG ME. 


So what do I want to blog about tonight? My Family Problems and Social Change test in the morning? Nay.  The AWESOME cat habitat/climbing fort that Mike hand built for our baby Buffalo? NAY.  He’s embarrassed and won’t let me post pictures.  If you guessed that I wanted to blog about ordering Chinese delivery over the phone, then YOU WERE RIGHT!

Mike and I have a sort of constant battle over what to eat…whether we dine out or make something at home.  And by battle I mean I’m endlessly fickle and Mike just wants me to be happy which quickly escalates into WHY CAN’T YOU JUST MAKE UP YOUR MIND AND MAKE MY LIFE EASIER in moody Anna code.  Especially when my level of PMS registers above an 8 on the “I want to make your life a living Hell” scale.


So When I came back from class yesterday I offered Mike 2 lunch options: CiCi’s Pizza Buffet or Anjelette’s Cajun Kitchen.  French Creole is Mike’s absolute FAVE next to every other type of food on the planet, so obviously I was shocked and dismayed when he snubbed CiCi’s and chose Anjelette’s.  I immediately berated him about his condescension towards my beloved pizza buffet, but he denied having erred on the side of snobbery and claimed to have simply chose Anjelettes because I wanted to brunch there on Saturday.  Always the diplomat, he is.  (I don’t know, but he’s not Yoda.) We ate and it was delightful.

Anyway, any other time this weekend I asked where we wanted to eat, ever the comedian, Mike suggested CiCi’s.  We finally ate there today, and despite the stress that crowded buffets cause me, it was just wonderful.  Not to mention Mike doesn’t mind that I’m easing my way into obesity and he indulged in some cinnamon rolls with me.  =)

But tonight, having finally exhausted the CiCi’s option, we decided to order CHINESE!  Usually I order carry out from the place across the street, but since I was busy channeling my inner lazy-ass, I wanted to call a place that delivers. BIG MISTAKE.



“HELLO? CHINA WOK HOW MAY HELP YOO?”

“Hi, I’d like to place an order for delivery, please.”

“KAY, WHAT WANT?”

“Um, I’d like two orders of sweet and sour chicken, and some cheese wonton things.”

“TWO SWEE SOWA CHICK’IN AND…CHEE WONTON THAT ALL?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“ADDREH?”

“My address?”

“YEH, YOO ADDRE FO DRIVA!”

Now, I’ll admit, Swift Way is hard to hear on the phone.  It either sounds like Swiss Way, or…well that’s about the only other thing it can sound like.

“Okay.  It’s ***** Swift Way.”

“**** TRICK VASE?”

“No, it’s S-W-I-F-T-W-A-Y”

“O, SRIST WAY”

“SWIFT”

“S-W-I-X-B?”

“No, S-W-I-F AS IN FRIED, T AS IN TAKE-OUT!”

“AHKAY, WHAT ROAD YOU LIVE BY?”

“It’s near the intersection of Blairstone and Capital.”

“AHKAY, Briar Road ant Cape Hall AHKAY BE THEH IN FAHTY MEENUTE!”

“No, BLAIRSTONE AND CAPITAL CIRCLE.”

“BRIARSTONE?”

“NO, bLAIRstone.”

“AHKAY BLAYSTONE and CAHPEETAL.  FAHTY MEENUTE.”

“Okay, thank you.”

Then not even 2 minutes later I called back to cancel the order because Mike was ready to eat my left hand and couldn’t wait fahty meenutes for food.

I then called the friendly neighborhood immigrants and ordered some carry out and 15 minutes later was sitting on my back porch getting fat off sweet and sour chicken and fortune cookies.

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  1. I actually loled at this. I have similar situations like this but I always order carryout.

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