A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York the
day before Christmas 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 Christmas AND paying their own way."