I haven't read the thread in a while so I don't know if this is a repeat or not.
John invited his very traditional mother over for dinner. During the
meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how attractive and shapely the
live-in 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 and curious wondering look, 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 from his mother which said:
"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 she was sleeping in her own bed, she would
have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom" |
