Leave It To The Brits

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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 that

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 zips down and

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

"British Hospitality?"

"No" replied the Bobbie, with a satisfied smile on

his face, "that is the French Embassy."