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 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 sister in Chicago and tell her,“ and he hangs up.
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone.
„Like
hell 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 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, too, and turns to his wif
e. „Okay,“
he says, „they’re coming for Thanksgiving. Now what do
we tell them
for Christmas?“
