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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 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 can't 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 to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote: "Dear Mother, I'm not saying you 'did'
take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did
not' take a 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"
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 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 can't 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 to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote: "Dear Mother, I'm not saying you 'did'
take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did
not' take a 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"
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