Walking through Chinatown, a tourist is fascinated with all the Chinese
restaurants, shops, signs and banners. He turns a corner andsees 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 I come to
this country, I was standing in line at Documentation Centre. Man in
front was
big Swede man. 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." |
