Joke of the Day Posted on | September 2, 2008 | No Comments
My friend is a rather old-fashioned lady, always quite delicate and elegant – especially in her language.
She and her husband were planning a week’s vacation in Florida, so she wrote to a particular campground and asked for reservations.
She wanted to make sure the campground was fully equipped, but didn’t quite know how to ask about the toilet privileges in her letter. She finally came up with the term “Bathroom Commode“, and that being even too forward in her eyes, she abbreviated it to “B.C.”
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 or what B.C. stood for. Finally, he showed the letter to several campers and they all reached the conclusion that the lady must be talking about the local Baptist Church. So the campground owner sent off the following letter in return:
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take pleasure in informing you that a B.C. is located nine miles north of the campground and is capable of seating 250 people at the same time.
I admit that it is quite a distance away and if you are in the habit of going regularly it may seem too far, but, no doubt, you will make a day of it, and you might be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches along, so you won’t feel alone, as they make a day of it, too.
They usually arrive early and stay late. The last time my wife and I went was six years ago and it was so crowded we had to stand up the whole time we were there.
It may interest you to know that right now 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.
If you decide to come to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time, sit with you, and introduce you to all the other folks.
Remember, this is a friendly community!”