British Hospitality

[Annie]

Sorry if this has been here before, I just saw it:

Subject: Hospitality

An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour
group and explore the city on his own. He wanders
around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stopping
at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat
with the lads, and have a pint of Guinness.

After awhile, he finds himself in a very high class
neighborhood.....big, stately residences... no pubs,
no stores, no restaurants, and worst of all... NO
PUBLIC RESTROOMS. He really, really has to go, after
all those pints of Guinness. He finds a narrow side
street, with high walls surrounding the 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 Bobbie, who says, "I say, sir, you simply
cannot do that here, you know."

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

"Ah, yes," said the Bobbie..."Just follow me". He
leads him to a back "delivery alley", then along a
wall to a gate, which he opens. "In there," points the
Bobbie. "Whiz away, anywhere you want."

The fellow enters and finds himself in the most
beautiful garden he has ever seen. Manicured grass
lawns, statuary, 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 thru the
gate, he says to the Bobbie "That was really decent of
you . . . is that what you call "British Hospitality?"

"No" replied the Bobbie, with a satisfied smile on his
face, "that is what we call the French Embassy."