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 the 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 mother’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
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.
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 was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy
ladle by now.
Love, Mom.
- “The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched…but are felt in the heart.” *