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Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: curator of the WTFbus museum
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Jan 29th, 2009, 04:58 PM
My dad brought some like those home from Taiwan. He said hookers leave them in the phone booths.
He had one Lost in Translation style experience there. A big company was putting him up at one of the bigger hotels, and he kept getting these calls. A breathy woman kept asking if he was Ron Ree. Since my dad's first name is, indeed, Ron, he thought that was some guy's name (my dad's kind of an oblivious nerd) and told her she had the wrong number, and hung up.
Several times she called back, asking for Ron Ree. Eventually someone from the hotel called his room and helped "translate" for the streetwalker, who was at the front desk waiting to be invited up, that she was asking if he was ROAN-ree.
Apparently the hotel had a deal with local prostitutes and would give out the room numbers of Western businessmen traveling alone.
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