We Wish This Author Understood Chinese! Part 2
I’m the author of this story, back with another strange happening.
We decide to eat Chinese, so I look up their website. This is around 2005, so the site is one of the Geocities monstrosities the time was famous for: just a huge title, some scrolling text, an iframe with a PDF containing a scan of the paper menu, and a phone number below. This being Geocities, the site is encircled in all directions by all kinds of flashing, moving, jumping ads.
I call the number and am greeted by an annoyed woman.
Woman: “Yes?”
Me: “Is this [Restaurant]? I’d like to order [meal numbers].”
Woman: *Angry* “Who are you? How did you get this phone number?!”
Me: “I found it on your website.”
Woman: “We don’t have a website!”
Me: “I’m looking at it right now.”
Woman: “That’s impossible!”
Me: “The URL is [URL].”
Woman: “IM-POS-SI-BLE!”
After some discussion, she calmed down and, a bit grumpily, decided to accept my order. We drove over to pick it up.
The place was empty, except for one table with an Asian boy of about twelve eating a very not-Chinese-looking pizza while gaming on his laptop. We went to the woman behind the bar and explained that we’d phoned them. The boy overheard it and said something to the woman in — presumably — Chinese. Back and forth it went. Finally, he explained.
It turned out that he had made the site for his parent’s restaurant. But the parents never really understood what he did, and he used their personal phone for the restaurant.