John invited his mother over
for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful John's
roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his roommate
and this only made her more curious.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if
there was more between John and the roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts,
John volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Julie and I
are just roommates."
About a week later, Julie came to John and said, "Ever since your mother came to
dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she
took it, do you?"
John said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter just be sure."
So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother, I'm not saying you
'did' take the ladle from my house, and I'm not
saying that you 'did not' take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been
missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love,
John
Several days later, John received a letter from his mother, which read:
Dear Son,
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with
Julie, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Julie. But the fact remains that if
she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now."
Love,
Mom |
