Sunday, February 22, 2009

light-hearted enjoy

W.C.

An English lady, while visiting Switzerland, was looking for a room and asked a local schoolmaster if he could recommend one. He took her to several rooms, and when everything was settled, she returned home to make final arrangements for moving. When she arrived home, the thought occurred to her that she had not seen a W.C. (water closet or bathroom) around the place. She immediately wrote to the schoolmaster asking him where the W.C. was. The schoolmaster didn’t know the meaning of “W.C.”. so with a priest’s assistance, he came to the conclusion that it meant “wayside chapel” (a small building beside the road where travelers could rest or pray). He sent a letter back to the English lady, which read as follows:


Dear madam:
I take great pleasure in informing you that the nearest W.C. is situated only nine miles from the house in a beautiful grove of trees. It is capable of holding 32 people. It is open only on Mondays and Thursdays.
There are a great number of people expected during the summer months, so I would suggest that you come early, although there is usually plenty of standing room.
This is an unfortunate situation. Especially if you are in the habit of going regularly.

You will, no doubt, be glad to hear that a number of people bring there lunch and make a day of it, while others who can’t afford it, arrive just in time. I would recommend Thursdays because, on that day, there is an organ accompanist. The slightest sound can be heard anywhere.
It may interest you to know that my daughter met her husband in the W.C., and they were married there.

I can still vividly remember the rush for seats. Seven people crowded into seats for four. It was wonderful to see the expressions on there faces.
Unfortunately, my wife is rather delicate, so she has not attended in over a year. Naturally, it pains her very much not to be able to go more often. I shall be delighted to reserve a seat for you if you wish,
Where you can be seen by all.
Hoping to be of assistance, I am.
Sincerely yours.

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