During the course of the meal, his mother couldnโt help but notice how pretty his roommate was.
She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had only made her more curiousโฆ.
Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between him and his roommate than met the eye.
Reading his momโs thoughts, his son volunteered, โI know what you must be thinking, but I assure you,we are just roommates.โ
About a week later, his roommate came to him saying, โEver since your mother came to dinner, Iโve been unable to find the silver plate.
You donโt suppose she took it, do you?โ
He said ,โWell, I doubt it, but Iโll email her, just to be sure.โ He sat down and wrote :
Dear Mother:
Iโm not saying that you โdidโ take the silver plate from my house, Iโm not saying that you โdid notโ take the silver plate But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Love, your son.
Several days later, he received an email from his Mother which read:
Dear Son:
Iโm not saying that you โdoโ sleep with your roommate, and Iโm not saying that you โdo notโ sleep with her.
But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the silver plate by now, under her pillowโฆ Love, Mom.