Okay, I couldn’t help myself – I began a Sunday morning’s message at my last church with this story:
A man in Phoenix calls his son in New York a couple of days 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 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, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her.
‘Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. ‘No way that’s going to happen on our watch!’ she shouts, ‘I’ll take care of this.’
She calls Phoenix 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 hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. ‘Okay honey,’ he says, ‘they’re coming for Thanksgiving and paying their own way!’
As you can imagine, everyone laughed…and all the seniors looked at each other and nodded knowingly. Wonder how many out-of-town kids are going to get “divorce manipulation notices?”
Have a great Thanksgiving week!