Now THAT’S What I Call Hospitality!

An American tourist in London decides to skip the official guided tours and explore the city on his own. He wanders around, sees the sights, and occasionally stops off at local pubs to soak up the culture — as well as a pint or two of beer.

After a while, he finds himself in a very high-class area with big townhouses, no pubs, restaurants, or shops… but worst of all, no public toilets! After all that good beer, he really needs to go, so he nips into a side street, behind a wall, and prepares to solve his problem.

As he’s unzipping himself, he feels a firm tap on his shoulder. His heart sinks as he turns around to see a bobby, one of London’s finest, standing behind him.

“Begging your pardon, sir,” says the bobby, “I can’t allow you to do that here.”

“I’m really sorry, officer,” replies the tourist, “but I’m desperate to go, and I can’t find a restroom anywhere!”

“Just follow me, sir,” says the bobby. He leads the American down a side alley, and along a wall to a gate. He opens the gate and waves the American inside. “In there, sir. Anywhere you like.”

The tourist enters, and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he’s ever seen! Manicured lawns, statues, fountains, and huge beds of flowers in full bloom. Since he has the bobby’s permission, he proceeds to relieve himself copiously.

As he goes back through the gate, he says to the bobby, “That was really thoughtful of you. Is this what you call British hospitality?”

“You may if you wish to, sir,” says the bobby. “But we prefer to call it the French Embassy.”