Tuesday, September 20, 2016


I was writing down the new address of my niece and am amused that she is in Apt. L because of what happened to us on our first trip to Britain.  We were booked for an overnight train in car #L, but as we walked along, the cars went A,B,C,D and so on, but:  it skipped L—we couldn’t find it.
So we asked a conductor where L was.  He laughed, pointed to the ground, and said “It’s down there.”

It was hours later that we got the joke.  He must have thought, “Those Americans....just can’t take a joke.”

Turns out there were 2 cars that were labeled M.  So we got our ‘ell after all.

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