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 said. "We're sick and tired 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 heck they're getting a divorce," 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 we get there. DO YOU HEAR ME?" And she hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "Okay,"
he says, "It worked. They're coming for Thanksgiving and
paying their own way."