Yesterday, Sarah and I went to Millersburg to pick up completed repaired harness, carriage paint and some other leather essentials for her business and then we headed up to Brecksville to pick up a pair of Hunt boots that had been repaired. On the way back, I suggested she drive a "different" way, instead of going west on Rt. 82 "through all that traffic and stop lights at rush hour". So she did. I would look ahead and say "you'll want to turn up there"...or "you will want to get in the right lane" etc. You get the picture. She finally turned to me and said "stop being a back seat driver"!
Hmmmmm....see the paragraph below!
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen. 'Careful,' he said, 'CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh my gosh! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my gosh! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. CAREFUL! I said be CAREFUL! You NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them.. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the! Salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!'
The wife stared at him. 'What in the world is wrong with you?
You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?'
The husband calmly replied, 'I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving.'
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