The Divorce
Divorcing After 45 Years 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."
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the
phone. "Like hell 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 fares.
