At the risk of making light of recent tragedies, I decided to put out another joke. Sometimes, when tragedy strikes, humor offers a release from the tension and trauma. Here’s an updated oldie that some may not have heard before.
“A British lady was planning to move to a small town in the U.S. and arranged to rent a house through an on-line rental agent. After watching a virtual tour of the home, she finished her packing but then realized she hadn’t seen the W.C. (water closet=bathroom). She immediately emailed the renting agent asking if there was a W.C. around the place.
The agent wasn’t familiar with British terms and abbreviations and asked his friend, the parish priest to help him figure out what W.C. stood for. They thought and discussed and finally the only thing they could come up with for the letters W.C. was Wayside Chapel. The rental agent sent the following response to the woman.
I am pleased to inform you that the W.C. is located 9 miles from the house in the center of a lovely grove of pine trees surrounded by beautiful grounds. It is capable of holding 229 people and is open on Mondays and Thursdays only.
I would recommend 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 please to hear that a great number bring their own lunch and make a day of it, while others who can go by car arrive just in time.
I would also suggest you come on Thursdays when there is an organ accompaniment. The acoustics are excellent and even the most delicate sound can be heard everywhere.”
Laughter is good medicine. Share your joke or funny story in the comments.