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 a while, 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 beers. 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,
"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. It has 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 through 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."