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, the mother 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 approached John and said, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve not been able to find the beautiful silver gravy lade. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?” John said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll call her just to be sure.”
He called his mom, “Mom, 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 it has been missing ever since you had dinner with us.”
John’s mother replied, “I’m not saying you do sleep with Julie, and I’m not saying 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.”