An American tourist in London wanders around, seeing the sights and occasionally
stopping at some small pub to have a pint of beer. After a while, he finds
himself in a very nice neighbourhood with stately residences. No pubs, no
restaurants, and worst of all no public restrooms. However, he really has to pee, after all
those pints of beer. He finds a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding
the adjacent buildings and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
He is tapped on the
shoulder by a London Bobby, who says, "Sir, you simply cannot do that
here."
"I'm very sorry,
officer," replies the American, "but I really have to pee, and I just
can't find a public restroom."
"Just follow
me" says the Bobby. Then he leads the American to a back delivery alley to
a gate, which he opens. "In there," points the Bobby, "whiz away
sir, anywhere you like."
The fellow enters and
finds himself in the most beautiful
garden he has ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, big fountains, sculptured
hedges, and huge beds of flowers.
He relieves himself
immediately. As he goes back through the gate, he says to the Bobby "That
was really nice of you. Is that what you call English hospitality? "
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