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March 08, 2005

British hospitality

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 up the lads, and have a pint.

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 needs one after all those pub stops. 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 Bobby, who says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know."

"I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really need to go and I just can't find a public restroom."

"Ah, yes," said the Bobby. "Just follow me, then." He leads the man to a back alley, then along a wall to a gate, which he opens. "In there," points the Bobby. "Whiz away... Anywhere you want to."

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 unburdens himself and is greatly relieved. As he goes back through the gate, he says to the Bobby. "That was really decent of you. Is that what you call British hospitality?"

"No," replied the Bobby, with a satisfied smile on his face, "that is what we call the French Embassy."

Posted by joke du jour at March 8, 2005 08:22 PM

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