divorce

[paul wheaton]

>
> Thanksgiving
>
> 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.
> 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 old man 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," and 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?" 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"
>
>

[Randall Twede]

very clever