Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Silver Gravy Ladle
John invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful John's roomate Julie was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between John and his roomate, 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 roomate 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 roomates."
About a week later, Julie came to John and said, "Ever since your mother came over for dinner I can't find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose she took it, do you?
John replied, "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 the gravy ladle from my house, and I am not saying you 'did not' take the 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. I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Julie, and I'm 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."
(this is not my own, but was read by a pastor at the Alpha course I'm taking)