[hitchup]

An old man in Phoenix calls his son in New York the day before Thanksgiving and says, "I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you your mother & 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 & sick of talking about this, so call your sister in Chicago & 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 Phoenix immediately & screams at her father," You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother & we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing. DO YOU HEAR ME?" & hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone & turns to his wife. "Okay" he says, "they're coming for Thanksgiving & paying their own way."