An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the locals, and have a pint of bitter.
After a while, he finds himself in a very nice neighborhood with big, stately residences. No pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of all no public restrooms.
However, he really has to go, after all those Guinnessâ€™s. He finds a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London bobby, who says, â€œSir, you simply cannot do that here, you know.â€
â€œIâ€™m very sorry, officer,â€ replies the American, â€œbut I really have to go, and I just canâ€™t find a public restroom.â€
â€œAh, yes,â€ said the bobby, â€œjust follow meâ€. He leads the American to a back delivery alley to a gate, which he opens.
â€œIn there,â€ points the bobby, â€œwhiz away sir, anywhere you like.â€
The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he has the policemanâ€™s blessing, he relieves himself and feels much more comfortable. As he goes back through the gate, he says to the bobby â€œThat was really decent of you. Is that what you call English hospitality?â€
â€œNo sirâ€¦â€, replied the bobby, â€œthat is what we call the French Embassy.â€