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 weeks vacation to
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 thought she was being
too forward. So she started all over again, rewrote the
entire letter and referred to the bathroom commode
merely as the "BC". "Does the campground have its
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 figure out 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 lady the following
reply.

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