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. "They're not getting divorced if I have
anything to do about it," 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 and says, "Okay, they're coming for Thanksgiving...now
what do we tell them for Christmas?"
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