My Mom and Dad and Ron and his wife, Mary, went out to a nice dinner at (I believe) the Haufbrau Haus in Cleveland. The Haufbrau Haus, like Red Lobster, was considered a red-letter, fancy restaurant. Being the early 70s, it featured both a cocktail bar and a salad bar: sophisticated!The wives went to the salad bar first while the husbands chatted at the table. My Mom brought my Dad a salad and went back to get one for herself.
RON: What was that?DAD: What was what?
RON: What just happened? Why do you get a salad?
DAD: [paternalistically]I’m the husband, Ron. My wife understands that. It’s how it should be.
RON: Really? Huh…
DAD: Women appreciate it when you let them do little things for you. You need to let Mary think you need her.
RON: Alright then. [Yelling across the restaurant]MARY? YOU MAY BRING ME MY SALAD!
MARY: [Yelling across the restaurant] RON? YOU MAY KISS MY ASS!
That was one of my Dad’s favorite stories.