I was once married into the family of a patriarchal post-Aalto international modernist architect. I've been thru endless evenings of these arguments.

The classic statement comes from Frank Lloyd WRIGHT when confronted by extremely rich patrons phoning from their new FLW home after a rainstorm, complaining that water was dripping from their lovely modernist flat roof onto the dining table.

"Move the table"

You can't be me, I'm taken