A new group of applicants had just arrived in heaven. St. Peter instructed them, “All men who were henpecked on earth, please line up on the left; all those who were bosses in their own homes, line up on the right.”
The line quickly formed on the left. Only one man, a Caspar Milquetoast type, stepped to the right. St. Peter saw the frail fellow standing by himself and inquired, “What makes you think you belong on that side?”
“Well,” said the meek little man, “this is where my wife told me to stand.”
