A tourist in San Francisco is visiting Chinatown. He gets to the area of all the Chinese laundries and is amazed to see that one of them is named “SvenOlafson” laundry.
He is curious and walks up to a Chinese man behind the counter and asks, to speak to the owner. The Chinaman says “I am Sven Olafson.” The tourist asks how he ever got a name like that, and Sven explains…“When I first come to this country I in immigration line behind big Swed, Sven Olafson. Immigration agent ask ”What your name?“ He say ”Sven Olafson“
My turn come, agent ask ”What your name?“ I say ”Sam Ting."