Licasia
11-21-2002, 02:32 PM
A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York the day
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. "No way
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"
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. "No way
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"