A husband is advised by a psychiatrist to assert
himself, "You don't have to let your wife henpeck you. Go home and
show her you are the boss."
Of course, the husband takes the doctor's advice.
He rushes home, slams the door, shakes his fist in his wife's face, and
growls, "From now on, you're taking orders from me. I want my supper right
now, and when you get it on the table, go upstairs, and lay out my best clothes.
Tonight, I'm going out with the boys and you are going to stay at home
where you belong. And another thing ...do you know who's going to
comb my hair, adjust my pants, and then tie my bow tie?"
"I certainly do," says his wife calmly. "The undertaker."
