IT'S HOT DOWN THERE
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.