What happens if you say it backwards?

A man checked into the hotel last weekend. Rattanasangarh was his name.

He was a short, genial Thai man with a thin, abbreviated fu manchu. His drivers license showed him with shoulder-length hair. He, and his aviator (non-sun) glasses, seemed to have stepped straight out of a faded 70s polaroid, leaving behind his newly-emigrated wife and young children. He reminded a little bit of the somewhat affable Asian terrorist in Die Hard, if he hadn't been forced, as a young actor hard up for roles, into a life of playing only bumbling, namelss, eminently combustible villains.

After Rattanasangarh checked in and went up to his room, the spirited scamp came back down and went to survey the streets. He returned about an hour later following a plain-, sweet-, and bored-looking woman.

"'S Cold Outside!" he bursts out.

Yusuf, in fine form, exclaims excitedly, "You were freezing out there looking for the women, but now upstairs you get the heat!" I swear to God he said this.

It's unclear how much Rattanasangarh understands, but he flashes a wide, almost anime-esque grin, as if we are all the beneficiaries of his streetwalking.

I call out, "Good luck!" as he approaches the elevator, trying to get into the spirit of things, before I get the slightly sick feeling that the exhortations are just not the same coming from me. Luckily, Rattanasangarh doesn't seem to have processed my meaning, as he steps happily onto the elevator, dreaming of turning straw into gold.

(I feel like this is a very representative 100th post.)