There was this nice lady, who was a little old-fashioned. She was planning a
week's vacation at a particular campground, but she wanted to make sure of
accommodations first. Utmost in her mind were toilet facilities, but she
couldn't bring herself to write the word "toilet" in a letter. After
considerable deliberation she settled on the term "bathroom commode", but
she wrote that down it still sounded too forward.
She rewrote the letter to the campground and referred to the bathroom
the "B.C." "Does the campground have its own B.C.?" is what she actually
The campground manager was baffled by the question, so he showed the letter
around to several campers, but they couldn't decipher it either. Finally,
manager figured out that the lady must be referring to the local Baptist
so he sat down and wrote to her:
"Dear Madam, I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I
take pleasure in informing you that a B.C. is located thirty-five miles
the campground and is capable of seating 150 people at one time. I admit it
quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but no
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.
The last time my wife and I went was six years ago and it was so crowded we
to stand up the whole time we were there. It might interest you to know that
right now there is a supper planned to raise money to buy more seats.
going to hold the supper in the basement of the B.C..
I would like to say it pains me very much not to be able to go more
but it is surely for no lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it
be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather. If you decide to come
to our campground, perhaps I could go with you the first time, sit with you,
introduce you to all the other folks. Remember, this is a friendly
Christopher A. Young
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