Author Unknown

My friend is a rather old-fashioned lady. She and her husband were planning a vacation so she wrote to a campground and asked for a reservation. She wanted to ask if the campground was fully equipped, but just couldn’t find herself to write the world “toilet”. She finally came up with the old-fashioned word “bathroom commode” which she referred to merely as the “B.C.”. “Does the campground have its own B.C.?” is what she actually wrote.

Well, the campground owner wasn’t old-fashioned at all and that B.C. business really stumped him. Finally, coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about the location of the local Baptist Church (B.C.), he sat down and wrote the following reply.

“Dear Madam: I take pleasure in 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 a great number of people take their lunches along and make a day of it. 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. 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 to be able to go more regularly, 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.”