Post by hanginginthere on Dec 13, 2005 19:30:33 GMT -6
My friend is a rather old fashioned lady, quite delicate and elegant, especially in her language.
She and her husband were planning a weeks vacation in Florida so she wrote to a campground for reservations. She wanted to be sure it was fully equipped but didn't know quite how to ask about the toilet facilities. She didn't want to write "toilet" in her letter. After much deliberations she thought of the old fashioned term, "bathroom commode." When she wrote it down she thought she was being too forward so she started all over again, rewrote the entire letter and referred to the bathroom commode as the B.C. "Does the campground have its own B.C.?" She asked.
Well, the campground owner wasn't old fashioned at all and when he got this letter, he couldn't figure out what she was talking about. The B.C. business really stumped him. After worrying about it for a while he showed the letter to some of the campers. No one could figure out what she was talking about. After giving it more thought, the owner decided that she must be asking about the location of the local Baptist Church so he sat down and wrote the following reply.
Dear Madame:
I regreat very much the delay in answering your letter but I now take pleasure in informing you that the B.C. is located 6 miles north of the campground. It is capable of seating 250 people at one time. I will admit that it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early, stay late. The last time my wife and I went was six years ago and it was so crowded that we had to stand up the whole time. Right now, there is a supper planned to raise money for more seats. It will be held in the basement of the B.C. I would like to say that it pains me that I am not able to go more regularly, but it is not for lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather. If you do decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time that you go, sit with you and introduce you to all the other folks. Remember, this is a friendly community!
She and her husband were planning a weeks vacation in Florida so she wrote to a campground for reservations. She wanted to be sure it was fully equipped but didn't know quite how to ask about the toilet facilities. She didn't want to write "toilet" in her letter. After much deliberations she thought of the old fashioned term, "bathroom commode." When she wrote it down she thought she was being too forward so she started all over again, rewrote the entire letter and referred to the bathroom commode as the B.C. "Does the campground have its own B.C.?" She asked.
Well, the campground owner wasn't old fashioned at all and when he got this letter, he couldn't figure out what she was talking about. The B.C. business really stumped him. After worrying about it for a while he showed the letter to some of the campers. No one could figure out what she was talking about. After giving it more thought, the owner decided that she must be asking about the location of the local Baptist Church so he sat down and wrote the following reply.
Dear Madame:
I regreat very much the delay in answering your letter but I now take pleasure in informing you that the B.C. is located 6 miles north of the campground. It is capable of seating 250 people at one time. I will admit that it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early, stay late. The last time my wife and I went was six years ago and it was so crowded that we had to stand up the whole time. Right now, there is a supper planned to raise money for more seats. It will be held in the basement of the B.C. I would like to say that it pains me that I am not able to go more regularly, but it is not for lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather. If you do decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time that you go, sit with you and introduce you to all the other folks. Remember, this is a friendly community!