John invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how cute John's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had 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 his roommate than met the eye.
Reading his mom's thoughts, John volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Mary and I are just roommates."
About a week later, Mary came to John saying, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find our silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"
Well, I'm sure she wouldn't take it on purpose, but I'll email her, just to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother,
I'm not saying that you 'did' take the gravy ladle from my house, I'm not saying that you 'did not' take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love, John
Several days later, John received an email from his Mother which read:
Dear Son,
I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Mary, and I'm not saying
that you 'do not' sleep with Mary. But the fact remains that if
she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by
now.
Love, Mom
