Wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband. Suddenly her husband burst into the kitchen.
"Careful ... CAREFUL!! Put in some more butter!! Oh myGosh!! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY!! Turn them!! TURN THEM NOW!! We need more butter. Oh myGosh!! WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER?! They'regoing to STICK!! Careful ... CAREFUL!! be CAREFUL!! YouNEVER listen to me when you're cooking! Never!! Turn them! HURRY UP!! Are you CRAZY? Have you lost your mind? Don't forget to saltthem. You know you always forget to salt them.Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!!"
The wife stared at him. "What the hell is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple ofeggs?"
The husband calmly replied, "I just wanted to showyou what it feels like when I'm driving".
About Me
- Kumar Anshul
- We think. Ideas sometime take the shape of poetry , sometime prose, sometime memory, and most of the time nothing. I stack nothings at Interface (my first blog). For prose, I try and capture them on ‘fiction-in-life’. Poems go in serching for rhythm. Jugalbandi with Piyush has a separate blog, and so has forwards. There are more things, more genres coming. What do I do with them? Start a new Blog page.
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