Picked this up from somewhere. Author unknown. Read on to enjoy the play of words.

An English Lady, while visiting Switzerland, was looking for a room and asked a school master, if he could recommend one. He took her to see several rooms and when everything was settled the lady returned to her home to make final preparations for her move to Switzerland. Bu when she arrived home, the thought suddenly occured to her that she had not seen a W.C.(Water Closet/Toilet) around the place. She immediately wrote a note to the School Master asking him, if there was in fact a “W.C.” around there. Now the School Master was a poor fellow and not too conversant in English, so he asked his friends – just waht “W.C.” meant and the only meaning that they could discover for these strange letters was “Wayside Chappel”. And so the School Master, then drafted a letter to the English Lady in the following manner:-

Dear Madam,

I take great pleasure in informing you that the “W.C.” is situated only 9 miles from the house in the center of the beautiful grove of trees, surrounded by lovely grounds. It is capable of holding 229 people comfortably and it is open on Sundays and Thursdays only. As there are a great many people, expected during the summer months, I would suggest that you come early, although there is usually plenty of standing room even if you are not able to get a seat .Granted, this is an unfortunate situation, particularly if you are in the habit of going regularly.

You will no doubt be glad to hear, that a good number, bring their own lunch, with them and make a day of it, while others who can afford their own cars usually arrive first of all. I would especially recommend to your Ladyship to go to the “W.C.” on Thursdays when there is an organ accompaniment. The accoustics are excellent and even the most delicate sounds can be heard everywhere.

It may interest you to know that my daughter was married in this same “W.C.” In fact, it was there that she met her future husband.

I can remember the rush there was for seats the day of wedding. There were 10 people to a seat, usually occupied by one. It was wonderful to see the expression on their faces some overcome by joy, others in tears.

The newest attraction is a bell, donated by a wealthy resident of the district. It rings every time, a person enters the “W.C.” A bazaar is to held, to provide flush seats for all, since the people feel that it is a long felt need. My wife is rather delicate, so she cannot attend regularly. It is almost a year, since she went last – naturally, you can imagine how much it pains her, not to be able to go more frequently.

I shall be delighted to reserve the best seat for you, if you wish, where you can be seen by all. For the children, there is a special time and place, so that they will not disturb the elders who would like to sit there quietly and be recollected.

Hoping that I have been of some service to you.

5 Responses to “THE WAYSIDE CHAPPEL”
  1. Beautiful Mind says:

    LOOOOOL 🙂i remember reading this in a fwd mail…

  2. Suyash Joshi says:

    hopefully the woman rechecked about this super “W.C” after recieving such an elaborate reply !!

  3. Ashraf says:

    ROFL! How such a tiny misinterpretation can make a world of a difference. I feel sorry for the fella.

  4. balal says:

    No Offence, But I have read this 12 years ago. If you dont believe me, just give me a mail and I will send you pictures of the book that I have.Nice job in here.. dood.regards

  5. Panthera Tigris says:

    @ SUYASH, ASHRAF:- Thanks dudes@Balal:- I too have read it a long time ago. Have already specified that I AM NOT THE AUTHOR in the first line of the post that says “Picked this up from somewhere. Author unknown. Read on to enjoy the play of words.” Anyway, no offense taken and thanks for your comments.

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