What is your name?

    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 gentleman 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?”

    “Simple,” says the old man. “Many, many year ago when I came to this country, I stood in line at the documentation center. A man in front of me was a big blonde Swede. The lady looked at him and asked, ‘What’s your name?’ He said, ‘Hans Olaffsen.’ Then she looked at me and asked, ‘What’s your name?’”

    “I said ‘the same.’”

    Visit the barber

    A man and a little boy entered a barbershop together. After the man received the full treatment — shave, shampoo, manicure, haircut — he placed the boy in the chair.

    “I’m going to buy a green tie to wear for the parade,” he said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

    When the boy’s haircut was completed and the man still hadn’t returned, the barber said: “Looks like your daddy’s forgotten all about you.” “That wasn’t my daddy,” said the boy. “He just walked up, took me by the hand and said, “Come on, son, we’re gonna get a free haircut!”