It was a little unnerving at first though.
"YES? You order?"
"OK, I need an order of fried dumpli-"
"Er, a hot and sour so-"
I wasn't hemming and haw-ing over my order, he was literally cutting off the end of each item before the words were even out of my mouth. Not in an angry way, but just as a sort of harried punctuation.
He carried on "YES?"-ing me after every item, and just as I was about done I realized why it sounded so familiar.
I managed to choke back the hysterical laughter until after hanging up the phone. It's never a wise idea to potentially offend people handling your food. But man. Life imitates cinema.