RememberGoliad
Veteran Member
Years ago, Mr. Jones arrived in San Francisco and was walking around the business district to familiarize himself with the available goods and services. He rounded a corner and came across a building with a banner announcing "Ollie Olesen's Chinese Laundry" in huge, bold lettering. Curious, he crossed the street and stepped inside, to find a short man with obvious Asian features standing behind the counter, so he walked up and asked the man if he could speak to the proprietor.
"I am proprietor," the man replied proudly, "been open one week now!"
Nonplussed, Mr. Jones searched for a way to word his next question, as the proprietor watched the series of expressions flit across Mr. Jones' face, so he helpfully added, "They changed my name at the immigration desk."
Even more confused, Mr. Jones blurted out, "Why? I mean, how'd that happen?"
"Long story. Was in long line, behind a huge blond man. Immigration officer asks him name, he replies 'Ollie Olesen'. Immigration guy write down name, say 'Next!' and I step up. Immigration guy asks name, I say my name: Sam Ting."
"I am proprietor," the man replied proudly, "been open one week now!"
Nonplussed, Mr. Jones searched for a way to word his next question, as the proprietor watched the series of expressions flit across Mr. Jones' face, so he helpfully added, "They changed my name at the immigration desk."
Even more confused, Mr. Jones blurted out, "Why? I mean, how'd that happen?"
"Long story. Was in long line, behind a huge blond man. Immigration officer asks him name, he replies 'Ollie Olesen'. Immigration guy write down name, say 'Next!' and I step up. Immigration guy asks name, I say my name: Sam Ting."