The day before Thanksgiving, a 60 year old man in Miami calls up his son in New York and says,
“Listen son, your mother and I are getting divorced. 38 years of misery is enough.”
“Dad, what are you talking about?” the son screams.
His dad says, “We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer.”
“I’m sick of her face, and I’m sick of talking about this, so call your sister in Chicago and tell her,” and he hangs up.
Now, the son is worried.
So he calls up his sister and informs her that their parents are breaking-up.
She says, “Like heck they’re getting divorced!” and calls her father immediately.
“You’re not getting divorced!” she insists.
“Don’t do another thing, the two of us are flying home tomorrow to talk about this.”
“Until then, don’t call a lawyer, don’t file a paper, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and she hangs up.
The man smiles at his wife, and says,
“Okay, they’re coming for Thanksgiving, and paying for their own airfares.”
