Steve invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother
couldn't help noticing how attractive and shapely the live-in housekeeper
was. Over the course of the evening, she started to wonder if there was
more between Steve and the housekeeper than met the eye. Reading his mom's
thoughts, Steve volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking,but, I
assure you, my relationship with my housekeeper is purely professional."
About a week later, the housekeeper came to Steve 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?"
Steve 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."
Several days later, Steve received a letter from his mother which said:
"Dear Son, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with your housekeeper and
I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with your housekeeper. But the fact
remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the
gravy ladle by now. Love, Mother."
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