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 GOD!
You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!
Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my GOD! 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 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 wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving."
:rollin:
My mom does that when I'm driving. Sometimes she'll grab my arm inhibiting my ability to steer. That doesn't help if I'm trying to keep something from hitting me.
You should see it when my grandpa drives and my grandma is riding shotgun. She constantly pats his leg, saying stuff like "Clayt, slow down" "Clayt, this person is turning" "Clayt, watch out" (his name is Clayton by the way). It drives me nuts just watching and listening to her do it, I don't know how he stands it!
Have you ever had a passenger shove their right foot into the floor board as if there were another brake pedal there?
God that's hilarious.