The mystery of the WC

A British lady, while visiting Switzerland was looking for a room and she
asked the local post master if he could recommend any.  He helped her to
see several rooms and when everything was settled the lady returned to
England to make final preparation for the move. When she arrived home, the
thought suddenly occurred to her that she had seen no W.C (which is short
for Water Closet, or a toilet) around the place.  So she immediately wrote
to the post master asking him if there was a "W.C" over there. The post
master was very weak in English, so he asked the local priest if he could
help in the matter.  Together they tried to discover the meaning of the
letters "W.C" and the only solution they could find for the letters was
"Wayside Chapel", the local church. The post master then wrote the
following note to the English lady seeking a W.C with her room



Dear Madam:

I take great comfort in informing you that the "W.C" is situated nine
miles from the house in the center of a lovely grove of trees, surrounded
by lonely grounds.  It is capable of holding 229 people and is open on
Sunday and Thursday only. As there are a great many people expected during
the summer months, I would suggest you come early, although there is
usually plenty of standing room. This is an unfortunate situation
especially if you are in the habit of going regularly.

You will no doubt be glad to learn that a good number bring their lunch
and make a day of it, while others who can afford to come by car, arrive
just in time. I specially advise your ladyship to go on Thursday, when
there is also an organ playing. The acoustics and sound effects are
excellent and even the most delicate sound can be heard by all. It may
interest you to know that my daughter was married in the "W.C" and it was
there that she met her husband. I can remember the rush there was for
seats, there were ten people to a seat, usually occupied by one and it was
wonderful to see the expressions on their faces.  The newest attraction is
a bell, donated by a wealthy resident of the district.  It rings every
time a person enters. A bazaar is to be held to provide plush seats for
all since the people believe that it is a long felt need.

My wife is rather delicate, so she cannot go regularly. It is almost a
month since she went last. Naturally it pains her very much not to be able
to go more often. I shall be delighted to reserve the best seat for you if
you wish, where you may be seen by all. Of course the children go at a
separate time, so as not to disturb their elders.

Hoping to be of service to you, I remain.

Yours Truly.

The Post Master.