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, rewrote
the entire letter referring to the bathroom commode merely as the BC. "Does the
camp-ground 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 the
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 accoustics 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 is 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.

- Author Unknown

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