
An elderly man in Florida 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 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," and he
hangs up.
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 calls her
father 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 Passover and paying their own
airfares."























