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 sereams.
"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 divoreed if I have anything to do
about it," she shouts, "I'l take care of this."
She calls Phoenix immediately, and sereams 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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