After yesterdays little WC joke, specifically the part near the end when the writer offered to seat the lady, I was reminded of a sign that I once encountered in a restaurant. We and two other couples had driven from Sarnia to London to see Wingfield's Folly, a one -person play. Having quite enjoyed the performance, we stopped at a little restaurant on the outskirts of London before making the somewhat snore-inducing drive back to Sarnia. The establishment was decidedly unbusy, and as the usual sign about waiting to be seated was missing, we complied and chose a table. Me being me, however, it was not long before I thought I should visit the loo.
However, as I made my way toward that place of great comfort, I was greatly amused to pass the sign that would have been placed by the entrance in busier hours: "Hostess will be pleased to seat you." Given the placement, just outside the washroom doors, I couldn't help but grin. I still do whenever I happen to think about it. Like now.