A proper and prudish old lady decided to go camping but first she wanted to make sure the campground had toilets. A bit embarassed to use the word "toilet" in her letter, she used the abbreviation B.C. for bathroom commode. The park office manager who received the letter struggled a lot with the abbreviation before deciding it stood for the Baptist Church. Having solved the riddle, he penned the following reply to our Lady of Perpetual Blush. Dear Madam, I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now take the 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 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. The last time my wife and I went there 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'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 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, sit with you, and introduce you to all the folk. Remember, this is a friendly community. Regards, Martin Sloan, Park Manager. 😆😆😆 | ||