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."
Lesson of the day... Don't Lie To Your Mother.
