A Chinese restaurant owner was in the habit of sweeping the sidewalk in front of his establishment every morning at 10:00am. Every morning at 10:01am his neighbor, a Greek carpet store owner would see the Asian gentleman, and yell out "Hey, you! What's for lunch?" And the restaurant owner would reply "Flied lice.". The carpetman would guffaw loudly at the poor immigrant's inability to pronounce his "R's" correctly. And this routine would go on every morning for years.
One day, the Chinese man's educated son returned from Stanford and overheard what was happening. He quickly pulled his father into the restaurant and explained to him why the Greek was laughing, and how his father was being ridiculed by his neighbor. The son said, "Remember Dad. It's fried rice. Fried rice. Not flied lice. I want you to practice until you get it right. Fried rice."
So all day, and late into the night the old man practiced. "Fried Rice. Fried rice." He had it perfect now.
The next morning he got his broom and rushed out to the sidewalk to begin sweeping. Out of the corner of his eye, he was looking for the Greek man. Finally, the Greek appeared and yelled "Hey, you! What's for lunch?" To which the old man replied "Fried rice! Fried rice! Fried rice, you Gleek plick!".
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