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."
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."



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