I was working as a cook’s assistant at my college with the head cook one day. I had an off-day and burned 24 sheet pans of pizza, 4 sheet pans of potatoes and 3 huge steamer pans of vegetables. And he didn’t get mad. He panicked a little because we had 300 people coming for lunch, but didn’t say one negative thing to me and I thought, “This man would make a great husband.”
Postscript: I eventually did marry him, but as life changed me, I realized that he wasn’t what I wanted and ended it as nicely as I possibly could.
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