Mike invited his mother over for dinner. During the course of the meal, Mike’s mother couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Mike’s roommate Jennifer was.
Mike’s mom had long been suspicious of the ‘platonic’ relationship between Mike and Jennifer, and this had 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 Mike and Jennifer than met the eye.
Reading his mom’s thoughts, Mike volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you Jennifer and I are just roommates.”
About a week later, Jennifer came to Mike saying, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been unable to find that beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”
Mike said, “Well, I doubt it, but I’ll send her an e-mail just to be sure.” So he sat down and sent her a message:
I’m not saying that you did take the gravy ladle from the house, I’m not saying that you did not take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Several days later, Mike received an email back from his mother that read:
I’m not saying that you do sleep with Jennifer, I’m not saying that you do not sleep with Jennifer. But the fact remains that if Jennifer was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.