Obeying the Police
An American tourist was in the West End of London: stately residences and squares full of locked private gardens. But no REST ROOMS. He was bursting to go and found an alleyway where he thought he was out of sight. Just as he was unzipping a hand tapped him on the shoulder.
A policeman says, "You are about to commit a public nuisance- come with me."
The policeman leads the American to a gate in a great wall. He unlocks the gate, and says, "Anywhere in there, Sir."
Seeing manicured lawns, statuary fountains, sculptured hedges, huge beds of gorgeous flowers, the tourist does his business and goes back to the gate.
"That was really kind of you. Is that what you call British hospitality?"
" No Sir, that's what we call the French Embassy!" The officer laughed.
A policeman says, "You are about to commit a public nuisance- come with me."
The policeman leads the American to a gate in a great wall. He unlocks the gate, and says, "Anywhere in there, Sir."
Seeing manicured lawns, statuary fountains, sculptured hedges, huge beds of gorgeous flowers, the tourist does his business and goes back to the gate.
"That was really kind of you. Is that what you call British hospitality?"
" No Sir, that's what we call the French Embassy!" The officer laughed.