I was waiting for a phone call from my agent. He had left a message the night before, telling me that my show was to be cancelled. I called him several times, but each time his secretary told me that he was in a meeting and that he would call me later. So I waited and waited, but there was still no call. Three hours passing by, I became more and more impatient. I was certain that my agent didn’t care about my work, and he didn’t care about me. I was overcome with that thought. I sta rted to shout at the phone£¬“ Let me wait, will you? Who do you think you are£¿”

At that time I didn’t realize my wife was looking on. Without showing her surprise, she rushed in, seized the phone, tore off the wires£¬and shouted at the phone£¬“Yeah! Who do you think you are£¿Bad telephone ! Bad telephone£¡”And she swept it into the wastebasket.

I stood watching her, speechless. What on earth?

She stepped to the doorway and shouted at the rest of the house, “Now hear this ! All objects in this room — if you do anything to upset my husband, out you go£¡”

Then she turned to me, kissed me, and said calmly£¬“Honey£¬you jus t have to learn how to take control. ”With that, she left the room.