One of my most humorous childhood memories is when I was about 10, sitting in the back seat of my dad’s car listening to him and my mom argue about Babs, his bookkeeper. Jack was angered by Babs’ resistance to performing duties he considered within the scope of her job. Nance was sticking up for her.
Never a couple to resist escalating a matter out of proportion, Jack finally proclaimed, “She’s not a real woman if she won’t make coffee!” To which Nance responded with a shriek and a dramatic yet phony attempt to jump out of the moving car.