Abby Li's Dad

For almost six years (1996 to 2002), I sent out a weekly email to my friends. This blog serves as an archive for those emails. The entries starting in May 2006 are my personal reflections on life as a father to Abby, a husband to Melissa, and everything else.

Tuesday, March 11, 1997

Humor 3/10/97: Chinese Name?

Hi everyone,

Greetings from Stamford! I had the absolute worst commute today, due to
the weather in Boston, but I won't bore you with the details.

Anyway, for those of you from the East Coast that can possible make it
to my party this Saturday, this is a reminder to please RSVP if you will
be coming or not. Thanks to the rest of you who have RSVPed. For those
of you coming, I will send you directions on Wednesday night.

In case you ever want to reach me, here are my phone numbers.
(617)923-8259 (Home in Massachusetts, good on weekends)
(617)454-8208 (Work, can leave a message at any time)
(888)454-4010, mailbox 8208 (Work, toll free # that goes to the same
place as the number above. Can leave me a message at any time)
(617)823-2559 (Cell phone #, but I usually only use it to dial out)
(203)323-1899 (Home in Connecticut, good from Monday to Thursday nights)
(203)703-1758 (Work in Connecticut, I'll have voice mail for this #
soon)

The joke below was forwarded to me by Dave Shim. Enjoy and have a great
week! Hope to see you soon!

-Josh.

China Town
>==========
>This guy is walking through Chinatown. He is fascinated with all the
>Chinese Restaurants, the Chinese shops, the Chinese signs and banners on the
>buildings. He is having the best time just walking and looking. He
>turns a corner and sees a building with a sign "Hans Olafsen's Laundry".
>"Hans Olaffsen?", he thinks. "How in the world does that fit in here?".
>
>So, he walks into the shop and sees an old Chinese gentleman
>sitting in the corner. The visitor asks, "How in the world did this
>place get a name like Hans Olaffsen's Laundry?". The old man answers
>"Is name of owner." The visitor asks "Well, who in the heck is the
>owner?". "I am he", answers the old man. "You? How in the heck did you
>ever get a name like Hans Olaffsen?" The old man replies, "Many years
>ago when I come to this country, I was standing in line at
>Documentation Center. Man in front of me was big blonde Swede. Lady
>look at him and go "What your name? He say Hans Olaffsen. She look at
>me...What your name? I say Sam Ting."

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home