A newly married couple wanted to buy a house in the country, and went to look at the Vicarage. They decided to purchase it on the spot. After leaving, the girl said “John, I don’t remember seeing the W.C. in the house.”
“Neither did I”, said John.
So they wrote to the vicar and asked him where the W.C. was, and not knowing the term W.C. the vicar thought they meant the Wesleyan Church and imagine their surprise when they received the following letter:
Dear Sir or Madam
I regret the delay in answering your letter, the nearest W.C. is in the country 7 miles away from the house. This is rather unfortunate especially if you are in the habit of going regularly but you will be pleased to know that a number of people take their lunch and make a day of it. It has been built to seat 300 people and the committee have decided to install plush seats to ensure greater comfort. Those who can spare the time walk, others take the bus and get there just in time. There are special arrangements for the ladies, presided over by the Minister who gives them all the assistance within his power, while children all sit together and sing during the cerermony.
I hope this information will be useful to you. Hymn sheets will be provided at the door.
Yours faithfullly
The Vicar.
They shoot partypoopers, don’t they?