I once sent my mother-in-law photos I’d taken of a stripper. It was an accident — sending the photos, not taking them.
All in all it’s not something I’d recommend doing, but on the upside the whole thing did give me a keen insight into the world of global diplomacy.
I’d been at a bachelor party and the woman — okay, the stripper — had told us it was okay to take photos. Who was I to argue?
Later, I put the photos in an envelope and stuck the envelope in a book. The book mistakenly ended up in a pile I mailed to my mother-law-law.
I was halfway home from the post office when it hit me that the photos were in a book I’d just mailed.
I called and told her ignore the envelope in the book. The next time she visited, she gave me the envelope and smiled.
I really wanted to ask if she’d looked, but I didn’t. I simply didn’t see any advantage in furthering the conversation. Besides, at that point I figured we had a clear, mutual, non-verbal understanding. We both knew she’d looked and we’d both pretend she hadn’t.
Treaties among great nations have been built on less.