A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York two
days 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.
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