He realizes that he needs to have some laundry done, and the hotel doesn't have a service, so he goes out looking and finds a shop that catches his eye: "Yani Apostolopolous's Chinese Laundry." Curiosity overwhelms him, and he goes inside. The short, old Chinese man behind the counter greets him, and the buisnessman asks, "Is Mr. Apostolopolous in?" The Chinese man nods, and says "That's me." "You're pulling my leg," says the businessman, so the old man produces his driver's liscense, and sure enough, Yanni Apostolopolous. "Did you parents really name you that?" asks the businessman. "No," says the old man, "That's the name I got at the immigration office. I was in line behind a Greek fellow, and I told him my name but he this is what he wrote instead." "What's you're name in Chinese?" asked the businessman.
"Sa'em Ting." |
