Kenneth Brown
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Lisa was making a breakfast of fried eggs for me. <br /><br />Suddenly I burst into the kitchen. "Careful .. CAREFUL! Put in some more butter! Oh Good Grief! You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh Good Grief ! 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!" <br /><br />Lisa stared at me. "What on earth is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs? <br /><br />I calmly replied, "I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving.