Post by skullitor on Sept 15, 2004 11:12:09 GMT -5
Maybe it's a universal feeling.
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore
the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, and
occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture,
chat with the lads, and have a pint of Guinness.
After awhile, he finds himself in a very high class
neighborhood.....big, stately residences...no pubs, no stores, no
restaurants, and worst of all... NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, really has to go, after all those Guinness's. He finds a
narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings
and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London Bobbie, who
says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know." "I'm very
sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really, really HAVE TO GO,
and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the Bobbie..."Just follow me". He leads him to a back
delivery alley, then along a wall to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the Bobbie. "Whiz away,...anywhere you want." The
fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever
seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges, and
huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since he has the
cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly relieved.
As he goes back thru the gate, he says to the Bobbie "That was really
decent of you ...is that 'British Hospitality' ?"
"No" replied the Bobbie, with a satisfied smile on his face, "That is
the French Embassy."
SKULL.
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore
the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, and
occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture,
chat with the lads, and have a pint of Guinness.
After awhile, he finds himself in a very high class
neighborhood.....big, stately residences...no pubs, no stores, no
restaurants, and worst of all... NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, really has to go, after all those Guinness's. He finds a
narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings
and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London Bobbie, who
says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know." "I'm very
sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really, really HAVE TO GO,
and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the Bobbie..."Just follow me". He leads him to a back
delivery alley, then along a wall to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the Bobbie. "Whiz away,...anywhere you want." The
fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever
seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges, and
huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since he has the
cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly relieved.
As he goes back thru the gate, he says to the Bobbie "That was really
decent of you ...is that 'British Hospitality' ?"
"No" replied the Bobbie, with a satisfied smile on his face, "That is
the French Embassy."
SKULL.