The WC...


An English lady was coming to America for a visit. When she found she would not have a private bathroom she wrote the motel manager asking where the WC was located. In England a bathroom is a wash closet, hence WC. Not knowing what she meant, the motel manager contacted the local Chamber of Commerce. They didn't know either, but thought it might be a wayside chapel. The manager wrote:

Dear Madam:

I take great pleasure in informing you that a WC is situated nine miles from the motel in the center of a beautiful grove of pine trees surrounded by lovely grounds.

It is capable of holding 22 people and is open on Sundays and Thursdays only. As a great number of people come during the summer months, I would suggest that your ladyship come early, although there is usually plenty of standing room. This is an unfortunate situation, particularly if you are in the habit of going regularly.

You will no doubt be interested to know that a great number of people bring their lunches and make a day of it, while there are others who can arrive just in time. I would especially advise your ladyship to go Thursdays when there is an organ accompaniment. The acoustics are excellent and even the most delicate sound can be heard everywhere.

Unfortunately my wife is very delicate and cannot attend regularly. It is almost a month since she last went. Naturally it pains her very much not to be able to go more often.

People here have never seen an English lady, and I am sure you will be the center of attention. I will attempt to get you the best seat in the house, a place where you can be seen by all.

Respectfully, cool