Divorce

[DPB]

A man in Brisbane calls his son in Adelaide two days before Christmas 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."

"Gees Dad, 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 Darwin and tell her."

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "No way
they're getting divorced!" she shouts, "I'll take care of this."

She calls Brisbane 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 by 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 Christmas and paying their own way."

[Stuart]

Wonder if it works in reverse - getting the olds to visit from NZ?