A man in Phoenix calls his son in Annapolis two days before Christmas
and says, “I hate to ruin your day, son, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing. 37 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,” says the father. “We're sick of each other and I'm tired of talking about this, so
call your sister in Roanoke and tell her.”
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 immediately calls Phoenix and screams at her father, “You are
NOT getting D-i-v-o-r-c-e-d! Don't do a single thing until I get there.
I'm calling brother back and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing! DO YOU HEAR ME?’ and she hangs up.“Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams.
“We can't stand the sight of each other any longer,” says the father. “We're sick of each other and I'm tired of talking about this, so
call your sister in Roanoke and tell her.”
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 immediately calls Phoenix and screams at her father, “You are
NOT getting D-i-v-o-r-c-e-d! Don't do a single thing until I get there.
The dad hangs up his phone, turns to his wife, smiles :-) and says,
“They're coming for Christmas. . . AND they are paying their own way.”
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