Joe invited his mother over for dinner one night. During the course of said dinner his
mother couldn’t help but notice the staggering beauty of Joe’s roommate. She had
been long suspicious of a relationship between them, and her beauty combined with
the banter she had seen them share only made her all the more curious.
Joe noticed his mother’s suspicion. “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure
you that Julie and I are just roommates.”
A week later, Julie came to Joe and said, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I
can’t seem to find the gravy ladle. You don’t suppose she took it on accident, do you?”
Joe agreed that it was a reasonable possibility, and wrote a letter to his mother
inquiring about the ladle. It read, “I’m not saying you ‘did’ take the ladle, nor am I
saying you ‘did not’ take the ladle,’ but the fact is it’s been missing since you came to
dinner last week.”
Several weeks later, a reply came.
“I’m not saying you ‘do’ sleep with Julie, nor am I saying you ‘do not’ sleep with Julie.
The fact is if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the ladle by
now.”