From: Elliott V. Miller
I was tired of being bossed around by my wife; so I went to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist said I needed to build my self esteem, and so he gave me a book on assertiveness which I read on the way home. I finished the book by the time I reached my house. I stormed into the house and walked up to my wife. Pointing a finger in her face, and said, "From now on, I want you to know that I am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, I expect a sumptuous dessert afterwards. Then, after dinner, you're going to draw me my bath so I can relax. And, when I'm finished with my bath, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?" "The funeral director," she said.