Walking through Chinatown, a tourist is fascinated with all the Chinese
restaurants, shops, signs and banners. He turns a corner and sees a
building with the sign, "Hans Olaffsen's Laundry."
"Hans
Olaffsen?", he muses. "How the heck does that fit in here?"
So
he walks into the shop and sees an old Chinese gentleman behind the
counter.
The tourist asks, "How did this place get a name like "Hans
Olaffsen's Laundry?"
The old man answers, "Is name of
owner."
The tourist asks, "Well, who and where is the
owner?"
"Me, is right here," replies the old man.
"You? How did
you ever get a name like Hans Olaffsen?"
"Is simple," says the old
man. "Many, many year ago when come to this country, was stand in line
at Documentation Center. Man in front was big blonde Swede. Lady
look at him and go, "What your name?" He say, "Hans Olaffsen." Then she
look at me and go, 'What your name?'"
"I say, Sem Ting."
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