The Story is told of a lady who was rather old fashioned, always quite
and elegant, especially in her language. She and her husband were planning a
weeks vacation to Florida, so she wrote to a particular campground asking 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 thought she was being too forward. So she started all over
again, rewrote the entire letter and referred to the bathroom commode merely as
the "BC". "Does the campground have its own BC?" is what she actually wrote.
Well, the campground owner wasn't old-fashioned at all and when he got
letter he just couldn't figure out what the woman was talking about. That "BC"
business really stumped him. After worrying about it for awhile he showed the
letter to several campers, but they couldn't figure out what the lady meant either.
So the campground owner finally coming to the conclusion that the lady must be
asking about the local Baptist Church, sat down and wrote the lady the following
Dear Madam, I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but
take great pleasure in informing you that a BC 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 know that a great number of people take their lunches along and make
a day of it. They usually arrive early and stay late. It is such a beautiful facility
and the acoustics are marvelous; even the normal delivery sounds can be heard.
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 are
going to hold it in the basement of the BC. I would like to say it pains me very
much not being able to go more regularly, but it is surely 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.)