British Hospitality

[MULDOON]

>British Hospitality
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> 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'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 zips down and 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 'British Hospitality ?"
>
> "No," replied the Bobbie, with a satisfied smile on his face,
> "that is the French Embassy.