(True story) ........ (I'm not too sure about that).

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 Chinese Laundry

'Moishe 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

'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 Chinese Laundry?''

The old man answered,

'AhEvleebody ask me dat.       It name of owner.'

Looking around, the tourist asked, 'Is he here now?'

'It me, me him!' replied the old man.

'Really? You're Chinese

How did you ever get a Jewish name like Moishe Plotnik?'

It simple' said the old man.'Many,

many years ago I come to this country.

I, standing in line at ' Document Center of Immiglation.'

Man in front of me was man from Poland '

'Lady at counter look at him and say to him, 'What you name?'

He say to her, 'Moishe Plotnik.'

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