A man in Phoenix calls his son in New
York the day 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 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 old man hangs up his phone and turns to his
wife. "Okay", he says, "they're coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own
way."