An old 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."
The son can't believe his ears.
"Pop, what are you talking about?" he screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says.
"We're sick and tired of each other and I'm sick of talking about this so
you can call your sister is Chicago and tell her."
The old man 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 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 she 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."