Picked up from Susan Loone’s site
An American tourist in Kuala Lumpur decides to skip his tour group and
explore the city on his own.
He wanders around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stopping at a
pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the lads, and have a pint
After awhile, he finds himself in a very high class neighborhood…..
big, stately residences… no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst
of all… NO PUBLIC TOILETS.
He really, really has to go, after all those beer. 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 policeman, who
says, “I say, mister, you cannot do that here, you know.”
“I’m very sorry, officer,” replies the American, “but I really, really
HAVE TO GO, and I just can’t find a public toilet.”
“Ah, yes,” said the mata-mata…”Just follow me”. He leads him to a back
“delivery alley”, then along a wall to a gate, which he opens. “In
there,” points the cop. “Pee away, anywhere you want.”
The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he
has ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fsculptured hedges,
and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he has the cop’s blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly
relieved. As he goes back thru the gate, he says to the cop “That was
really decent of you… is that what you call “Malaysian Hospitality?”
“No, Sir ” replied the mata-mata, with a satisfied smile on his face,
“that is what we call the Singaporean Embassy.”