Peter and Pat stood in the doorway of the firehouse on the corner of Massachusetts Avenue and Glynn Way and watched the traffic go by. Because both streets were one way, the traffic always came from their right and either went straight up Mass Ave or turned left onto Glynn Way.
It was a nice day and the apparatus doors were wide open. They both saw the car approaching. There was steam pouring out from under the hood as the driver pulled around the corner and sputtered to a stop.
Now if you know anything at all about firemen, you know that they can fix almost anything or die trying. So when the car came to a stop around the corner, Peter and Pat walked over and asked the driver if he needed any help. In somewhat broken English, the Chinese man said he did and promptly opened the hood. Well, it was a small matter for Peter and Pat to locate the problem - a broken radiator hose - and an even smaller matter to fix it; the old duct tape wrap would suffice until the hose was replaced. The Chinese man was very happy and wanted to shake the firemen’s hands.
“My name is Yee,” he said.
Peter said, “Mine’s Nee.”
And Pat said, “And I’m Lee.”
Now I know what you’re asking yourself, ‘cause I did the very same thing when I heard this story.
Yee? Nee? Lee?
Are you shittin’ mee?