Jamie Forsyth called his son, Billy, in
London and said, "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."
"Dad, what are you talking about," Billy
screamed.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any
longer," Jamie said. "We're sick and tired of each other, and I'm
sick of talking about this, so you call your sister, Sue, in Paris and
tell her." Then he hung up.
Frantic, Billy called Sue, who exploded on the
phone, "Like heck they're getting a divorce," she shouted. "I'll
take care of this." Sue called Jamie immediately, and screamed at
the old man, "You are NOT getting divorced! Don't do a single thing
until I get there. I'm calling Billy back and we'll both be there
tomorrow. Until then don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" And she hung
up.
Jamie replaced the receiver and turned to his wife. "Okay,
honey" he says, "They're coming for Christmas and paying their own
way!"
