An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore on his own.
He wanders around, seeing the sights, and occasionly 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 neighbourhood-big, stately residences-no pubs, no stores, no restaurants and worst of all....no public toilets.
He really, really had to go, after all that beer.
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 his 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, really HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah yes,"said the Bobby,"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 Bobby. "Whizz away.....anywhere you want."
The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen.
Manicured grass lawns, statues, 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 through the gate, he says to the policeman,"That was really decent of you, is that "British Hospitality?"
"No," replies the Bobby, with a satisfied smile on his face,"That is the French Embassy."
2 comments:
Twelve out of ten for that Sage!
If only British Bobbies were really like that - with a sense of humour.
This is a good one!
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