45 Years Of Misery Is Enough
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 and tired of each
other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call
your sister in Chicago and tell her." And he hangs
up.
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone.
"Like Heck they're getting a divorce, "
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 she hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "They're
coming for Thanksgiving and for once, paying their own
way."
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