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In France, the young assistant pastors do not live in the main rectory.
That is reserved for the Pastor and his housekeeper.
One day the pastor invited his new young assistant pastor to have
dinner, at the rectory. While being served, the young pastor noticed
how shapely and lovely the housekeeper was and down deep in his heart he
wondered if there were more between the pastor and the delightfully
demure housekeeper. After the meal , over an aperitif and cigar, the
young assistant got up the courage to suggest that that the middle-aged
pastor might be partaking of some extracurricular activities with the
voluptuous housekeeper. The senior pastor assured the young priest that
their relationship was purely platonic and professional...that she was
the housekeeper and cook and asked if he had enjoyed her culinary skills.
The young assistant priest had to admit that the senior priest surely had
found the cream of the crop and was very fortunate. And that was that.
About a week later the housekeeper came to the pastor and said, "Father,
ever since the new assistant came for dinner I have not been able to
find the beautiful silver gravy ladle. You don't suppose he took it,
do you?"
The Pastor replied, "Well, I doubt it but I'll write him a letter." So
he sat down and wrote: "Dear Father, I'm not saying you did take the
gravy ladle and I'm not saying you did not take the gravy ladle. But the
fact remains that it has been missing since you were here for dinner."
The young assistant received the letter, and he answered it as follows:
"Dear Father , I'm not saying that you do sleep with the housekeeper and
I'm not saying that you do not sleep with the housekeeper. But I do know
for sure that if you slept in your own bed you would have found the gravy
ladle."
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