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 "Moshe Plotnik's Laundry." "Moshe Plotnik?" he wondered. "How
does that belong in Chinatown?"

He walked into the shop and saw a fairly standard looking dry cleaner,
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 "Moshe 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 'Moshe 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 Moshe
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, "Moshe Plotnik."

Then she look at me and say, "What's your name?"

I say, "Sam Ting."