>> 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 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," 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 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 hangs up. >> >> The man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. >> >> "OK," he says, "They're coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own >>fares. Now what do we tell >> them for Christmas?"
