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My friend is a rather old-fashioned lady, always quite delicate and elegant, especially in her language. She and her husband were planning a week's vacation in Florida, so she wrote to a particular campground and asked for information. She wanted to make sure 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 came up with the term "bathroom commode." But, when she wrote that down, she still thought she was being too forward. So, she started all over again, rewrote the entire letter, and referred to the "bathroom commode" merely as the "B.C."... "Does the campground have its own B.C.?" is what she actually wrote.
Well, when the campground owner got the letter, he just couldn't figure out what the woman was talking about. The "B.C." business really stumped him. After worrying about it for some time, he showed the letter to several campers, but they couldn't imagine what the lady meant either. Finally, after thinking about it, he came to the conclusion that she must be asking about the location of the local Baptist Church. So, he 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 nine miles north of the campground, and is capable of seating 250 people at one time. 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 peaple take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late. The last time my wife and I went, it was so crowded that we had to stand up the whole time we were there. However, there is a supper planned to raise money to purchase more seats. The supper will be held in the B.C.'s basement.
Although it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly myself, it surely is due to no lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems more of an effort, particularly in cold weather.If you decide to come visit our campground, perhaps I could take you to the B.C., sit with you and even introduce you to all the other folks there. You will find that this is a very friendly community.
After much deliberation, she came up with the term "bathroom commode." But, when she wrote that down, she still thought she was being too forward. So, she started all over again, rewrote the entire letter, and referred to the "bathroom commode" merely as the "B.C."... "Does the campground have its own B.C.?" is what she actually wrote.
Well, when the campground owner got the letter, he just couldn't figure out what the woman was talking about. The "B.C." business really stumped him. After worrying about it for some time, he showed the letter to several campers, but they couldn't imagine what the lady meant either. Finally, after thinking about it, he came to the conclusion that she must be asking about the location of the local Baptist Church. So, he 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 nine miles north of the campground, and is capable of seating 250 people at one time. 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 peaple take their lunches along and make a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late. The last time my wife and I went, it was so crowded that we had to stand up the whole time we were there. However, there is a supper planned to raise money to purchase more seats. The supper will be held in the B.C.'s basement.
Although it pains me very much not to be able to go more regularly myself, it surely is due to no lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems more of an effort, particularly in cold weather.If you decide to come visit our campground, perhaps I could take you to the B.C., sit with you and even introduce you to all the other folks there. You will find that this is a very friendly community.
