Some COMIC RELIEF...
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;
45 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 replies.
"We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call
your sister in Chicago and tell her," he says as he hangs up.
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 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?" Then she hangs up.
The old man puts down the phone, turns to his wife and says. "OK, they're
coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own airfares." |
