This came from a friend today.............
An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore
the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, occasionally
stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the
locals, and have a pint of bitter.
After a while, he finds himself in a very nice neighbourhood with big,
stately residences...no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of all
NO PUBLIC REST-ROOMS.
He really, really has to go, after all those Guinnesses. 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 police
officer, 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 rest-room."
"Ah, yes," said the policeman..."Just follow me". He leads the American to
a back delivery alley to a gate, which he opens.
"In there," points the policeman. "Go ahead sir, anywhere you like."
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 policeman's blessing, he relieves himself and feels much
more comfortable. As he goes back through the gate, he says to the police
officer, "That was really decent of you... is that what you call English
hospitality?"
"No sir...", replied the police officer, "...that is what we call the
French Embassy."