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 does that fit in here?" So he walks into the shop and sees an old Chinese man 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 year ago when I come to this country, I was stand in line at Documentation Centre. Man in front was big blonde Swedish guy.
Lady at desk issuing papers ask at him, "What your name? He say 'Hans Olaffsen.'
Then she look at me and say,'What your name?' I say Sem Ting."