It seems that an elderly English lady visiting a country village in Switzerland was looking
for some rooms. She asked the local village schoolmaster, who spoke some English,
to assist her.
A place that suited her was finally found, and the lady returned to the town where
her luggage was in storage for a few days. She remembered then that she had not
noticed a bathroom, or as she called it, a "water closet."
She wrote to the school master. He was puzzled by the initials "W.C.", never dreaming
of course that she was asking about a bathroom. He finally asked the help of the parish
priest, who decided that W.C. stood for Wayside Chapel.

This was his reply:
Dear Madam,
The W.C. is situated nine miles from the house in beautiful hill country in the center of
a beautiful grove of trees.
It is capable of holding 350 people at a time, and is open on Tuesday, Thursday, and
Sunday each week.
A large number of folks attend during the summer months, so it is suggested that
you arrive early, although there is plenty of standing room.
Some folks like to take their lunch and make a day of it, especially on Thursdays
when there is organ accompaniment. The acoustics are exceptionally fine and everyone
present can hear the most delicate sounds.
It may be of interest to you to know that my daughter was married in the W.C., and it
was there that she met her husband.
We hope you will be there at the time of our annual bazaar to be held very soon. The
proceeds will go towards the purchase of plush seats, which the folks agree are a
long-felt need, as the present seats all have holes in them.
My wife is rather delicate, therefore she can not attend regularly. It has been six
months since the time she last visited the W.C. Naturally, it pains her very much not to
be able to go more often.
I shall close now with the desire to accommodate you in every way possible, and I will
be happy to reserve you a seat down front or near the door, whichever you prefer.
--Schoolmaster

and the elderly women fainted for ever...

When I was a child I was afraid of ghosts. As I grew up I realized people are more scary.