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My friend is a rather old-fashioned lady, always quite delicate
and elegant, especially in her language. She and her husband
were planning a week's vacation in Florida, so she wrote to a
particular campground and asked for a reservation.
She wanted to make sure the campground was fully equipped, but
didn't quite know how to ask about the toilet facilities. She
just couldn't bring herself to write the word "toilet" in her
letter. After much deliberation she finally came up with the
old-fashioned term "bathroom commode". But when she wrote that
down, she still felt that she was being too forward. So she
started all over again, rewrote the entire letter, and referred
to the bathroom commode merely as the B.C. "Does the
campground have its own B.C.?" is what she finally wrote.
Well, the campground owner wasn't old-fashioned at all, and
when he got the letter he just couldn't figure out what the
woman was talking about. That B.C. business really stumped
him. After worrying about it for a while, he showed the letter
to several campers, but no one could imagine what the lady
meant, either. So the campground owner, finally coming to the
conclusion that the lady must be asking about the location of
the Baptist Church, sat down and wrote the following reply:
Dear Madam: I regret very much the delay in answering your
letter, but now take the pleasure of informing you that a B.C.
is located nine miles north of the campground, and is capable
of seating 250 people at one time. I admit it is quite a
distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but
no doubt you will be pleased to learn that a great number of
our people take their lunches along and make a day of it. They
usually arrive early and stay late. If you don't start early,
you probably will not make it in time. The last time my wife
and I went was six years ago, and it was so crowded we had to
stand up the whole time we were there. It may interest you to
know that right now, there is a supper planned to raise money
to buy more seats. They're going to hold it in the basement of
the B.C. I would like to say it pains me very much not being
able to go more often, but it surely is no lack of desire on my
part. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort,
particularly in cold weather.
If you decide to come down to our campground, perhaps I could
go with you the first time you go, sit with you, and introduce
you to all the other folks.
Remember, this is a friendly community.
     
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