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 zips down and 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."
PS-Have buyers for our home. Have plenty of space-1.5 acres. no neighbors the boys(ages 10 months -3 years) can whizz anytime they want without going in the house.
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 zips down and 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."
PS-Have buyers for our home. Have plenty of space-1.5 acres. no neighbors the boys(ages 10 months -3 years) can whizz anytime they want without going in the house.