Image by dionhinchcliffe via FlickrHans Olaffson is his name...
Walking through the Chinatown in Australia, a tourist is fascinated with all the Chinese restaurants, shops and signs. Suddenly he sees a building with the sign "Hans Olafson's Laundry."
"Hans Olaffson?" 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 Olaffson's Laundry?"
The old man answers, "Is name of owner".
The tourist asks, "Well, who is the owner?"
"Me," replies the old man.
"You? How did you ever get a name like Hans Olaffson?"
"Is simple," says the old man. "Many many years ago when I come to this country, I stand in line at Documentation Centre. Man in front was big blonde Swede.
Lady look at him and go, "What your name?"
He say, "Hans Olaffson."
Then she look at me and go, "What your name?"
"I say, Sem Ting."
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