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A woman was calmly frying eggs for breakfast when, out of nowhere, her husband burst into the kitchen like a man on a life-or-death mission.
"Careful! CAREFUL!" he shouted, eyes wide with panic. "More butter! You need more butter! Oh my GOD, you're cooking too many at once! TOO MANY! Flip them! FLIP THEM NOW!"
She froze, spatula in hand, watching as he continued his over-the-top meltdown.
"Where’s the butter? They’re going to STICK! CAREFUL! I said BE CAREFUL! You NEVER listen when you cook! NEVER! Flip them! Hurry! Are you INSANE? Have you lost your mind?! And don’t forget the salt! You ALWAYS forget the salt! SALT! USE THE SALT!"
Slowly, she turned to him, one eyebrow raised, spatula hovering mid-air.
"What is WRONG with you? Do you honestly think I don’t know how to fry eggs?"
Her husband smirked. "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I’m driving."
…He is now recovering in the hospital.
"Careful! CAREFUL!" he shouted, eyes wide with panic. "More butter! You need more butter! Oh my GOD, you're cooking too many at once! TOO MANY! Flip them! FLIP THEM NOW!"
She froze, spatula in hand, watching as he continued his over-the-top meltdown.
"Where’s the butter? They’re going to STICK! CAREFUL! I said BE CAREFUL! You NEVER listen when you cook! NEVER! Flip them! Hurry! Are you INSANE? Have you lost your mind?! And don’t forget the salt! You ALWAYS forget the salt! SALT! USE THE SALT!"
Slowly, she turned to him, one eyebrow raised, spatula hovering mid-air.
"What is WRONG with you? Do you honestly think I don’t know how to fry eggs?"
Her husband smirked. "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I’m driving."
…He is now recovering in the hospital.