So I said to the two male clerks in their mid-
twenties, who had never heard of Henny
Youngman, as I was buying a bottle of vitamins
for guys over fifty, pointing to my wife who was
standing next to me, “Take my wife, please.”
The guys roared; my wife didn’t. Having a captive
audience I knew I was on a roll so I tossed out
three more of Henny’s one-liners which any up-
standing female would label misogynistic. She
did. My wife said, “Call me Miss Ogynistic with
an emphasis on Miss.” The guys continued to
laugh as I hurried after my wife, the love of
my life, “Honey, I was just joking.” “Call me
miss,” she hissed.