Walking through San Francisco's Chinatown, a tourist from the Midwest was
enjoying the artistry of all the Chinese restaurants, shops, signs and
banners when he turned a corner and saw a building with the sign "Moishe
Plotnik's Laundry." "Moishe Plotnik?" he wondered. "How does that belong in
Chinatown?"
He walked into the shop and saw a fairly standard looking drycleaner,
although he could see that the proprietors were clearly aware of the
uniqueness of the store name as there were baseball hats, T-shirts and
coffee mugs emblazoned with the logo "Moishe Plotnik's Chinese Laundry." The
tourist selected a coffee cup as a conversation piece to take back to his
office. Behind the counter was a smiling old Chinese gentleman who thanked
him for his purchase. The tourist asked, "Can you explain how this place got
a name like 'Moishe Plotnik's Laundry?'
The old man answered, "Ah...Evleebody ask me that. It name of owner."
Looking around, the tourist asked, "Is he here?"
"It me," replies the old man.
"Really? You're Chinese. How did you ever get a name like Moishe Plotnik?"
"Is simple", said the old man. Many, many year ago I come to this country. I
standing in line at 'Documentation Center of Immigration.' Man in front of
me was Jewish man from Poland. Lady at counter look at him and say, "What
your name?"
He say, "Moishe Plotnik."
Then she look at me and say, "What your name?"
I say, "Sam Ting."
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