Mrs Ravioli comes to visit her son Rocco for dinner; he lives with a female roommate, Maria.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how pretty Rocco’s roommate is.
As the evening went on, MaMa watched the two interact and started to wonder if there was more between Rocco and his roommate than met the eye.
Reading his mom’s thoughts, Rocco volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Maria and I are just roommates.”
About a week later, Maria came to Rocco saying, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been unable to find the silver sugar bowl. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?”
“Well, I doubt it, but I’ll email her, just to be sure.” So Rocco sat down and wrote this email:
I’m not saying that you “did” take the sugar bowl from my house ; I’m not saying that you “did not” take it. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here for dinner.
Your Loving Son, Rocco
Several days later, Rocco received this response from his MaMa:
I’m not saying that you “do” sleep with Maria, and I’m not saying that you “do not” sleep with her. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the sugar bowl by now.
Your Loving MaMa