Mistake with WC

Question

This came to me by e-mail, I don't know the author, but I liked the letter, so I'll put it here :) An English lady wanted to spend a summer apartment in Germany before the war, so she wrote to a rural teacher. In the letter, she asked about everything and comfort. She also wanted to know if they had a toilet in the house where she wanted to live. The teacher did not speak English well and did not know the meaning of the acronym. He asked the mayor, but he didn't know either. After much thought, it occurred to him that it probably mean Wesley Church. and thus he wrote: The toilet is located 7 miles from our house, in the middle of a fir grove in a beautiful landscape. It is open twice a week on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I understand that it is uncomfortable for you if it is your habit to go regularly, but you will certainly make sure that it is a beautiful trip. A lot of people take their lunch and stay there over time. In the summer, traffic is usually high, so I would advise you to go early. There are 60 seats, but if you arrive late there are plenty of seats. I would advise you to go on a Thursday, the monster is an organ escort on that day. Even the most subtle sounds can be heard all around. I will gladly provide you with the best place and it will be my pleasure to sit next to you. PS I forgot to add that the songbooks are hanging on the door.

Answer 1

HA, I had fun. Finally something more amusing than Lacík's questions. It is exacerbated, behind my back I run a TV (television, if anyone did not know) with the second part of Švejk. It amused and fanned memories. I also lived in an English-speaking country for many years, my name is Sue, how do you do ... There was not a big deal in our city, I went shopping on Safeway (something like better Tesco) to Longmont, next to about 30 miles. I was just doing it, so I rode the bus (he drove there and back twice a day). One day, about halfway through, it came to me. But strongly! "I won't get there," I said to myself, asking the driver to stop. The bus spat me out in the desert and left. I can't go to the forest or the ditch, they would give me that. People live there "so close to the nature". Not far from the road was a bungalow (cottage), I hurried there. I walk around the house and in the backyard I came across my grandfather. I politely asked for what I needed, but he just "ugh, hugh ...", so again, but again just "ugh hugh ..." I was already bluing. I say, I almost shout, "toilet! WC! Closet! Toilet! Bastard!", But again just "ugh, hugh ...". Clearly, a handsome man, about five years older, appeared on the scene. He understood. "Dad is deaf and dumb, come on in, Miss ..." (Dad is deaf-mute, come on, miss). Glory, I made it! Then he loaded me into an old Fodka pickup truck and took me to Longmont. When I got out in Boulder in the afternoon and returned home, the road led past a small church (country church). I threw half a dollar into the money box.