Humour — 19 November 2017

An elderly man in Phoenix calls his son Melvin in New York.

He 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?” his 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,” and he hangs up.

Frantic, Melvin calls his sister Sue, who explodes on the phone.

“Like heck they’re getting divorced,” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this.”

Sue 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 Melvin 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.

Now what do we tell them for Christmas?

 

 

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