John’s mother was visiting from a nearby town. During dinner one evening, his mother couldn’t help but notice how beautiful John’s roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and the roommate and this only made her 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 thought, 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 that you “did” take a gravy ladle from my house, and I’m not saying that 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