If he’s cooking and I want to make sure he gets his food, hell yes I’ll fix his plate. If it’s a buffet line and we both go through each gets his/her own plate but once sitting down, if we’ve forgotten something, a drink, napkin, whatever, either one of us will get it for the other. If he’s tired, I’ll fix him dinner and his plate and clean up. Vice versa. What on earth is the big deal. Sad.
I remember coming back from an outdoor concert three miles away and we stopped so we could go to the bathroom. Of course tons of other people were there and lined up to use the bathroom and of course the ladies’ line was longer. This big masculine looking woman strode up and started bullying the men out of the way and cutting in their line to use their bathroom. I blocked her. I think if a man had tried to block her it would have ended poorly but there was no way I was going to let her block Mr. Mercat and my 70 year old brother from their turn to pee. She went quietly.
Not three miles, three hours. my bad.