A quick joke for my readers.
A man in New York calls his son, Bob in Tennessee the day before Christmas Eve 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.”
The son asks, “Dad, what are you talking about? What has happened?” The father replies, “We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer. We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister Jane in Florida and tell her.”
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who begins to cry on the phone. “What could have happened to them? I’ll call them and see if there is anything we can do.”
She calls New York immediately, and tells her father, “Please try to stay calm and let us come talk this through with you. Don’t do a single thing until we get there. I’m calling Bob back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, hang in there and keep your chin up!”
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife and says with a bit of a grin, “Okay, They’re coming for Christmas – and they’re paying their own way!”