Humor for Writers – John Storywriter Mother’s Matrimonial Enquiry
Humor for Writers – John Storywriter Mother’s Matrimonial Enquiry
The son of rich, highly conservative family, John Storywriter has incurred his father’s wrath by choosing a writing career over taking over the family business. Of course, funds have been cut and John, now working as a waiter to finance his writing passion, has taken to live with a roommate.
Yet, having grown up in luxury, he finds it tough to have to count every penny. So, when ho mother calls to invite herself for dinner, mentioning in passing the chance meeting she had with “an absolutely charming young lady, that so happens to adore books,” he knows full well her mother’s ever active matrimonious fiber is stronger than her fear of his father’s ire.
Sensing the possibility of somehow restoring money flow, he gladly accepts to receive his mother.
During the course of the meal, his mother Suellen couldn’t help but keep noticing how beautiful John ‘s roommate, Debbie, was.
Suellen suspects a relationship between John and Debbie, a situation that would jeopardize her mission to bring John back to the fold with the help of a well-bred society debutante. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two react, Suellen started to wonder if there was more between John and Debbie than met the eye. Reading his mum’s thoughts, John said, “I know what you must be thinking, mum, but I assure you Debbie and I are just roommates.”
About a week later, Debbie said to John “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle you brought from your home. You don’t suppose she took it back, do you?” John replied “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 that you “did” take the gravy ladle from the house, I’m not saying that you “did not” take the gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner. […]
Several days later, John received a letter from his mother, which read:
Dear Son, I’m not saying that you “do” sleep with Debbie, and I’m not saying that you “do not” sleep with Debbie. But the fact remains that if she were sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now.
Love Mum