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A middle age man in Broome calls his son Frank in Perth and says,
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| "I hate to ruin your day, but your mother and I are divorcing. Forty years of misery is enough! I'm sick of her, and I am sick of talking about this, so call your sister in Perth and tell her," | |
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The son frantically calls his sister, who goes nuts upon hearing the news. She calls her father and yells,
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| "You are not getting a divorce! Frank and I will be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a single thing, do you hear me?" | |
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The father hangs up the phone, turns to his wife, and says,
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| "It worked! The kids are coming for a visit, and they're paying their own way!" | |
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| Thanks Darling you are so good to me! | |
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