The Gravy Ladle . . .
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 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."
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.
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