"What exactly do you mean?"
Mrs. Smith is a rather old fashioned lady, always quite delicate and elegant, especially in her language. She and her husband were planning a week's vacation in Florida, so she wrote to a campground asking for a reservation. She wanted to make sure the campground was fully equipped, but didn't know quite how to ask about the toilet facilities. She just couldn't bring herself to write the word "toilet" in her letter. After much deliberation, she finally came up with the old fashioned term "bathroom commode". So she began again, referring to the bathroom commode merely as the "B.C." Her actual query read "Does the campground have its own B.C.?"
Well, the campground owner wasn't at all old fashioned, and he just couldn't figure out what she was talking about. That B.C. business really stumped him.
After worrying about it for awhile, he showed the letter to several campers, but they couldn't imagine what the lady meant. So the campground owner, finally coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking the location of the local Baptist Church, sat down and wrote the following reply:
LAZ-E-DAYS CAMPGROUND
Dear Madam:
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure of informing you that a B.C. is located 9 miles north of the campground, and is capable of seating 250 at one time. I admit 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 and 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 we were there. It may interest you to know that, right now, there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They're going to hold it in the basement of the B.C.
I would like to say it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it surely is no 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 you go, sit with you and introduce you to all the other folds.
Remember, this is a friendly community.
Let me know when you stop laughing....................will get some new pictures of the boys up soon.
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure of informing you that a B.C. is located 9 miles north of the campground, and is capable of seating 250 at one time. I admit 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 and 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 we were there. It may interest you to know that, right now, there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They're going to hold it in the basement of the B.C.
I would like to say it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it surely is no 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 you go, sit with you and introduce you to all the other folds.
Remember, this is a friendly community.
Let me know when you stop laughing....................will get some new pictures of the boys up soon.
1 comment:
haha, too funny!
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