but here goes...just got an e-mail off on of my friends with this in it...
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 awhile, 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 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 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 what you call
"British Hospitality ?"
"No" replied the Bobbie, with a satisfied smile on his face, "that is what we call the French
Embassy."
