An older lady of the elegant and very proper type and her husband were planning a vacation in Florida, and planned to stay in a RV campground.
She wanted to make sure the campground was fully equipped, but didn't quite know how to ask about toilet facilities. She couldn't bring herself to write "toilet" in her letter. After much deliberation, she finally came up with the old-fashioned term, "bathroom commode".
But when she wrote that down, she still thought she was being too forward, so she rewrote the letter and referred to the bathroom-commode simply as "the B.C." "Does the campground have it's own B.C.?" is what she actually wrote.
Well the campground owner wasn't old fashioned at all, and when he got the letter he just couldn't figure out what the woman was talking about. The "B.C." business really stumped him. After worrying about it for a while, he showed the letter to several campers, and they couldn't imagine what the lady meant either. So, after coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about the location of the local Baptist Church, the owner sat down and wrote the following reply.
"Dear Madam, I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take great pleasure of informing you that a B.C is located nine miles North of the campground and is capable of seating 250 people at one time. It is located in a beautiful grove of pines and is open only on Sundays and Wednesdays. I admit it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late. My daughter met her husband at the B.C.
"The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded we had to stand the whole time we were there. Sometimes it is so crowded there are five to a seat. It may interest you to know there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They're going to hold it in the basement of the B.C.
"I would like to say it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it is surely not due to lack of desire on my part. As we grow older it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather.
"If you decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time you go, sit with you and introduce you to all the other folks. We will be sure to have a seat up front where you can be seen by everyone. Please remember, ours is a very friendly community."
(copied out of Thousand Trails travel magazine)
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