"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," insisted the elderly man in Phoenix calling his son in New York
"Pop, what are you talking about?" the son screamed.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man declared. "We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her," exclaimed the old man, and then he hung up.
Frantic, the son called his sister, who exploded on the phone. "Like hell they're getting divorced," she shouted, "I'll take care of this."
She called Phoenix immediately, and screamed 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 hung up.
The old man got off the phone and turned to his wife.
"Okay," he said, "They're coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way, so, now what do we tell them for Christmas?"
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