> George,

 >  GP> 'Of course. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on. It's much to
 >  GP> big for me to hold while I'm getting ready for action.
 >  GP> Ma'am...ma'am...good God, she's fainted!'

 >   It has been awhile since I've heard that one. 

Same, but still one of my all time favorites. . 

 >   There's another one where this woman likes to go camping, but she's
 > very delicate in asking about toilet facilities at the campground...
 > but you obviously need them.

 >   So she asks the director if the campground has its own BC (for bathroom
 > commode). Yet, he's not old fashioned, and he thinks she's asking about
 > its own Baptist Church!!

 >   The reply letter is an absolute scream!! I believe it'll get posted
 > in here sooner or later. 

Another grat classic; I went hunting. . . would've found it quicker if I had
my 486 hooked up, as I know ow I've indexed it. . .

The story is told of a lady who was rather old-fashioned, always quite
delicate and elegant, especially in her language. She and her husband were
planning a week's vacation in 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 still thought she was being too forward. So she started
all over again and rewrote the entire letter referring to the bathroom 
commode merely as the BC. "Does the campground have it's own BC?" is what she
actually wrote.

Well, the campground owner wasn't old-fashioned at all, and when he got the
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 imagine what the lady meant either. So the campground 
owner, finally coming to the conclusion that the lady must be asking about he
local Baptist Church, sat down and wrote the following reply:

Dear Madam: I regret very much the delay in answering your letter, but I now
take 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 a supper is 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 to be able to go more 
regularly, but it surely is no lack of desire on my part. As we grow old, it
seems to be more of an effort, particularly in cold weather.

If you do 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.

Sincerely, Campground Owner

Your friend,

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Cyberpope, Bishop of ROM
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