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."