My friend is a rather old-fashioned lady, always quite delicate and elegant, especially in language. She and her husband were planning a trip to Florida so she wrote to a campground they planned to visit and asked for a reservation. She wanted to make sure that the campground was fully equipped, but didn't quite know how to ask about the toilet facilities. She just couldn't bring herself to write the word "toilet" in her letter.
After much deliberation, she finally came up with the old fashion term "bathroom commode." But when she wrote that down, she still thought she was being too forward, so she rewrote the letter and reffered to the bathroom comode simply as the "B.C."
"Does the campground have its own B.C.?" is what she actually wrote.
Well, 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!
That "B.C." buisness really stumped him. After worrying about it for awhile, he showed the letter to several campers, and they couldn't imagine what the lady meant, either. So, after coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about the location of the local Baptist church, the owner sat down and wrote the following reply:
"Dear Madam,
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure of informing you that a B.C. is located 9 miles north of the campground and is capable of seating 250 people at one time.
It is located in a beautiful pine grove and is open only on Sundays and Wednesdays. I admit it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late.
My daughter met her husband at the B.C. The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded we had to stand the whole time we were there. Sometimes it is so crowded that there are five to a seat. It may interest you to know that there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They are going to hold it in the basement of the B.C.
I would like to say it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it is surely not do to lack of desire on my part. As we grow older it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in the cold weather.
"If you decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could go with you.
After much deliberation, she finally came up with the old fashion term "bathroom commode." But when she wrote that down, she still thought she was being too forward, so she rewrote the letter and reffered to the bathroom comode simply as the "B.C."
"Does the campground have its own B.C.?" is what she actually wrote.
Well, 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!
That "B.C." buisness really stumped him. After worrying about it for awhile, he showed the letter to several campers, and they couldn't imagine what the lady meant, either. So, after coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about the location of the local Baptist church, the owner sat down and wrote the following reply:
"Dear Madam,
I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the pleasure of informing you that a B.C. is located 9 miles north of the campground and is capable of seating 250 people at one time.
It is located in a beautiful pine grove and is open only on Sundays and Wednesdays. I admit it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but no doubt you will be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late.
My daughter met her husband at the B.C. The last time my wife and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded we had to stand the whole time we were there. Sometimes it is so crowded that there are five to a seat. It may interest you to know that there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats. They are going to hold it in the basement of the B.C.
I would like to say it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly, but it is surely not do to lack of desire on my part. As we grow older it seems to be more of an effort, particularly in the cold weather.
"If you decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could go with you.
