Thanksgiving Divorce

A man in Jacksonville calls his son in San Diego the day before
Thanksgiving 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

“Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams. ‚ÄúWe 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
Denver and tell her.”

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 Jacksonville 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 she 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 way.”

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