Farewell My Concubine

(My mother, father, sister and I are all on a trip to Istanbul. We are visiting the palace of the Sultan, and are getting a tour of the harem.)

Tour Guide: “The sultan would pick favorites out of his wives and concubines and, as you can see, there were perks to being a favorite. They would get nicer rooms, and courtyards. However, this position wasn’t permanent. Usually, if a favorite and the sultan did not have relations for two consecutive Fridays, they were considered ‘divorced’.”

(My mom looks over at my dad.)

Mom: “We’ve been divorced for years.”

Dad: “And many times over.”

Sister & Me: *facepalms*