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A mild-mannered man was tired of being bossed around
by his wife so he went to a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist said he needed to build his self-esteem,
and so gave him a book on assertiveness, which he read
on the way home. He had finished the book by the time
the bus reached his stop.

Storming into the house, he walked up to his wife.

Pointing a finger in her face, he 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 afterward. 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," said his wife.
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