Formerly Known as Open Road
Jokes I Like to Tell
Once a wealthy Englishman decided that what he really needed was a summer place in the Alps. He talked to his wife about it, and she agreed. “That would be wonderful,” she said.
And so he contacted a realtor in the town nearest the place where he thought he would like to be, and spent a couple of hours on the phone with her. As it happened, she had what she thought would be a wonderful fit. She pitched it to him, and he decided, on the spur of the moment, to fly over and take a look at it.
It was a beautiful chalet, way up in the mountains, about five miles up from the nearest village. So he and his wife took the plunge, caught a flight, and headed right over. They didn’t have much time to spend, so their visit to the chalet had to be brief. At the same time, they just loved it, and told the realtor that they would almost certainly buy it.
But after they got back home to the UK, they realized that in their haste they had neglected to check on the bathrooms. They had to have looked at them, but neither husband nor wife could remember anything about them. So he dashed off an email to the realtor and asked her if the chalet had a WC, which is short for water closet, an English way of referring to the bathroom.
The realtor was completely flummoxed by this because she had no idea what a WC might be. After much thought, she finally decided that it probably stood for Wesleyan Chapel. She thought this was curious, but sat down and composed a reply. “Thanks for your inquiry,” she wrote. “Unfortunately, there is no WC located near the chalet, but there is a very nice one down in the village. It seats 200 people all together, and generally everyone meets together there once a week. And a couple times every year, everyone gathers there in order to spend the day singing.”
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