A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York two days before Thanksgiving
and says,"I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother
and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough".
"Pop, what are you talking about?" the son screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the father says.
"We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this,
so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her."
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like
hell they're getting divorced," she shouts, "I'll take care of this." She
calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at her father, "You are NOT getting
divorced! Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my
brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then,don't do a thing,
DO
YOU HEAR ME?" and she hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and smiles at his wife. "Okay," he
says,"they're coming here for Thanksgiving and they are paying their own
way."
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