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 having a pint of Guinness.
After a while, he finds himself in a very high-class
neighbourhood.... 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! 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 on his way, he asks, "Is this what you call "British
Hospitality?"
"No" replied the Bobbie, with a satisfied smile on his face, "that
is what we call the French Embassy."
explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the
sights, and occasionally having a pint of Guinness.
After a while, he finds himself in a very high-class
neighbourhood.... 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! 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 on his way, he asks, "Is this what you call "British
Hospitality?"
"No" replied the Bobbie, with a satisfied smile on his face, "that
is what we call the French Embassy."
