A couple was planning a motorhome trip to Texas, and the wife wrote to a campground to make reservations. She wanted to make certain the campground was fully equipped, but she couldn't quite bring herself to write the word "toilets" in her letter. Being a bit old-fashioned, she thought of the term "bathroom commode".
Upon rereading the letter, this term still offended her sensibilities, so she decided to abbreviate it. Her letter finally ended up asking, "Does your campground have its own B.C.?"
Unhappily, the campground owner was not familiar with the abbreviation, so after much skull-scratching, he figured it must mean Baptist Church. So he sat down and wrote the following answer:
Dear Madam,
Thanks for your letter. I'm happy to inform you that a B.C. is located nine miles north of the campground and is capable of seating 250 people. I admit it is quite a distance away if you are in the habit of going regularly, but you'll be pleased to know that a great number of people take their lunches and make a day of it.
They usually arrive early and stay late. 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 there is a potluck supper planned to raise more seats. They're planning to hold it in the basement of the B.C.
It pains me deeply not to be able to go more regularly, but it is no lack of desire on my part. As we grow older, it seems to be more of an effort, especially in cold weather.
If you decide to come to our campground, perhaps I would go with you the first time, sit with you, and introduce you to all the other folks.
