British Hospitality (joke)
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 a while, 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 pressure 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."
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 a while, 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 pressure 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."
