British Hospitality

An American tourist in London decides to skip
his tour group and
explore the city on his
own.

He wanders around and eventually stops
at a pub to try a pint or two
of English beer.
He continues sight-seeing and after a while, finds
himself in a very high class area. Large stately residences...
no
pubs, no shops, no restaurants, and worst of
all... NO PUBLIC TOILETS.

He desperately
needs to go, after all those pints of beer. He sees a
narrow side street with high walls surrounding an 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 bobby who
says, "You can't do that here  sir!"

"I'm very sorry officer," replies the American, "but I really HAVE
TO
GO, and I just can't find a public
toilet."

"Ah," said the bobby, "just follow
me!" He leads him into the back
alley, then
along a wall to a gate, which he opens.

"In
there," points the bobby, "Whiz away sir, anywhere you want."


The fellow enters and  finds himself in the most
beautiful garden he
has ever seen. Manicured
lawns, 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 bobby, "That was
really decent of you. Is that what you call 'British
 Hospitality?'"

"No sir", replied the
bobby, "It's what we call the French Embassy."

(enviada por Garoto)