My husband works in a former supermarket that was remodeled to accommodate professional offices.
One day he overheard his receptionist giving directions over the phone.
"Remember the old grocery store?" she asked the caller. "Well, you'll find us in the meat department."
The Rosenthals had an outstandingly happy and successful marriage, and Mr. Rosenthal was once asked to what he attributed this remarkable situation.
"It's simple," he said. "Division of labor. My wife makes all the small, routine decisions. She decides what house we buy, where we go on vacation, whether the kids go to private schools, if I should change my job, and so on."
"I make the big, fundamental decisions. I decide if the United States should declare war on China, if Congress should appropriate money for a manned expedition to Mars, and so on."