Reverend McGillicuddy invited a young priest over for dinner.
During the meal, the young priest couldn't help noticing, how attractive and
shapely the young, slender, housekeeper was. Over the course of the evening,
he started to wonder if there was more, going-on, between Reverend McGillicuddy
and the housekeeper, than met the eye.
Almost reading, the young priest's thoughts, Reverend McGillicuddy volunteered,
"I know what you must be thinking. But I assure you, my relationship with
the housekeeper is purely professional."
About a week after the dinner, the housekeeper came to Reverend McGillicuddy and
said, "Father, ever since that young priest came to dinner, I've been unable
to find the
beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose he took it, do you?"
The Father said, "I'm sure he did not. But I will write him a letter, just to be sure." Later that evening, when he was alone, he sat down and wrote:
I'm not saying that you DID take a gravy ladle, from my house, and I'm not
saying, you DID NOT. But the fact remains, one has been missing since you
were here for dinner.
Several days later, Reverend McGillicuddy received a letter from the young
priest, which read:
I'm not saying that you do sleep with your housekeeper, and I'm not
saying that you do not. But the fact remains, if you were sleeping in your
ownbed, you would have found the "misplaced" ladle by now.