Tuesday, December 17, 2002

A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York the day before Christmas and
says, "I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your Mom and I
are divorcing; 45 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 father 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 her father, "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, turns to his wife and says, "Okay,
they're coming for Christmas and paying their own way."