John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother
couldn't help noticing how beautiful John's roommate Julie 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 meets 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 cant find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't
suppose your mom took it, do you? John said, "Well, I doubt it, but I'll
write her a letter just to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote, "Dear Mother, I'm not saying you did take the
gravy ladle from my house and I'm not saying 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
were sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.
Love, Mom."
