The W.C.

I've been a member of my synagogue's worship committee for the past few years.  Yesterday I received an email from the committee chair in which she asked if I wanted to continue service on "the W.C."  I answered in the affirmative, but suggested she find a more felicitous abbreviation for the committee.  (Perhaps it's the two years I lived in England, but W.C. definitely does not mean "Worship Committee" to me.)  She didn't think it was necessary until I sent her this (hypothetical)  exchange between my wife and me.

Him:  I'm going to the WC.

Her:  Thanks for sharing.

Him:  I'll be back in two hours.

Her:  You're going to the WC for two hours?  What for?

Him:  A meeting.

Her:  Meeting?

Him:  Yes.

Her:  How many people do you need to go to the WC?

Him:  A minyan. [i.e., 10 adults]

Her:  You can't go to the WC by yourself?

Him:  What good would that do?

Her:  You could take care of your business.

Him:  Not without prayer and discussion with others.

Her:  You need prayer and discussion when you go to the WC?

Him:  Of course.

Etc.