Asking for Help

I get a call from my uber-independent (although super sweet with a cherry on top) significant other one afternoon.  After making small talk he says, "I need a favor."  I promptly fell off my chair and inquired as to what sort of thing he might need MY help for.  It was a moment in history.  I asked if I could record it before it even began.  I marked the date and exact time in my head -- took a mental photograph, if you will (and you all know how I like photographs.)  Guess what he needed. 

He wanted to know how to fry fish.  I'm thinking of all the things in the world that I know or all the medical knowledge, life knowledge, etc. that I can unfile from my cramped brain -- he wants to know how to fry fish.  So I told him about the stuff you buy to coat it in.  I told him how to make it stick.  What I didn't tell him?????  Not to turn the burner all the way up and get the oil so hot that he almost burned his house down.  Thankfully no flames erupted but I can imagine that house was smoked out. 

Next morning, he calls me again.  He says, "I need a favor."  I'm thinking there's no way in the world he's gonna ask me for two things.  I'm anticipating.  This time he's gonna ask me something really profound and I'm going to impart on him some great wisdom.  I'm taking another mental picture.  Know what he asks???  "How do I fry an egg?"  I'm secretly thinking, "Geez, how much fried food can one buff guy eat?"  (The answer is apparently - a lot.)  And then I'm thinking, "Out of all the things I know, you ask me that??  Again?"  I told him to take a cooking class.  Then I told him how to fry an egg.  If he wasn't such a nice  guy.....

I also added the stove setting this time around.  I'm a quick learner.