Fred was henpecked. He was seeing a psychiatrist about the problem.
The doctor told him, “You don’t have to let your wife bully you! Go home and show her you’re the boss!”
Fred got home, slammed the door, shook his fist in his wife’s face, and growled, “From now on, you’re taking orders from me! When I get home from now on, I want my supper on the table.
“I want you go right now and lay out my clothes. I’m going out with the boys.
“And you’re going to stay home where you belong. Another thing, you know who’s going to tie my tie?”
Fred’s wife replied calmly, “The undertaker?”
The doctor told him, “You don’t have to let your wife bully you! Go home and show her you’re the boss!”
Fred got home, slammed the door, shook his fist in his wife’s face, and growled, “From now on, you’re taking orders from me! When I get home from now on, I want my supper on the table.
“I want you go right now and lay out my clothes. I’m going out with the boys.
“And you’re going to stay home where you belong. Another thing, you know who’s going to tie my tie?”
Fred’s wife replied calmly, “The undertaker?”