During the course of the meal, his mother couldn't help but notice how handsome his roommate was.
She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two of them, and this encounter had only made her more curious.
Reading his mother's thoughts, her son quickly volunteered a disclaimer, “I know what you must be thinking Mom, but I assure you, we are really just roommates."
About a week later, his roommate came to him saying, “Ever since your mother came to dinner,
I've been unable to find the silver plate. You don't suppose she took it, do you?"
He said, "Well, I doubt it....but I'll email her anyway, just to be sure."
He sat down and wrote:
Dear Mom,
I'm not saying that you "did" take the silver plate from my house,
but I'm not saying that you "did not" take the silver plate...
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,
I'm not saying that you "do" sleep with your gorgeous roommate,
and I'm not saying that you "do not" sleep with him.
But the fact remains that if he were sleeping in his OWN BED,
he would have found the silver plate by now, under his pillow…
Love,
Your Mom
*****
This made me smile...
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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