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 had 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 was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy
ladle by now.
Love,
Mom"
Lesson of the Month: DON'T LIE TO YOUR MOTHER!
Note: This is from an email forward, meaning we did not create this.