John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldnt help noticing how beautiful Johns roommate Julie 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 moms 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 cant find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You dont suppose she took it, do you?" John said, "Well, I doubt it, but Ill write her a letter just to be sure."
So he sat down and wrote: "Dear Mother, Im not saying you did take a gravy ladle from my house, and Im 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. Love, John"
Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which read: "Dear Son, Im not saying that you do sleep with Julie, and Im not saying that you do not sleep with Julie. But the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom"