An elderlvly 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
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 the old man, "You are NOT
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
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "Okay," he says,
they're coming for Thanksgiving. Now what do
we tell them for Christmas?