An
elderly man in Phoenix calls his son in New York 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 old man 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," and he hangs up.
Frantic,
the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like heck they're
getting divorced," she shouts, "I'll take care of this."
She
calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at the old man, "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 hangs up.
The
old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "Okay," he says,
"They're coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own fares. Now what do
we tell them for Christmas?"
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