Room Service: “Disneyland Hotel Room Service. How may I assist you?”
Me: “Hello. This is room xxxx. I’d like to order breakfast for tomorrow at 6AM.”
Room Service: “Very good sir. And what would you like to order?”
Me: “I’d like one American Breakfast, scrambled, bacon & white toast, a bowl of oatmeal, a glass of orange juice, a pot of coffee…”
Son-in-background: “I WAN PANNNCAAAAKES! WIT MICKEY MOUUUUUSE! AND BUTTER! AND SYYYYRRRRUP! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!”…
Me: “Um…”
Room Service: “<snicker> Yeaaaah, We heard all that. So one order of Mickey Mouse pancakes… with lots of syrup & butter, yes? Will that be all?”
Me: “<sigh> Yes, thank you.”
Room Service: “Our pleasure, sir.”
Son-in-background: “<bouncing on bed> BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
(This is a “summarization” of what went down. It didn’t go exactly like this since I only have limited space here but it might as well have because that’s basically how it played out in my mind.)
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