John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother
couldn't
help noticing how attractive and shapely the housekeeper was.
Over the course of the evening, she started to wonder if there was more
between John and the housekeeper than met the eye. Reading his mom's
thoughts, John volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I
assure
you, my relationship with my housekeeper is purely professional."
About a week later, the housekeeper 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 back from his mother:
Dear Son, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with your housekeeper,
and I'm
not saying that you 'do not' sleep with your housekeeper. But the fact
remains that if you were sleeping in your own bed, you would have found
the
gravy ladle by now."
Love, Mom.
