Out of sheer boredom, Michael use to dial room service knowing full well the kitchen didn’t have what he was about to order. "I’ll have some collard greens… some cornbread… and some black-eyed peas," he’d say, as if reading the items off a menu. "Send ‘em up right now!" Then he’d hang up snickering. And when no knock at the door came, he’d call again. "I’m waiting for my collard greens…"
That sassy mofo