LOL...I can relate to your experiences, either of them would have resulted in an embarrassing scenario for me, or more directly, all over me...
I imagine your husband and my father would have hit it off. My dad was an instructor as well. Also, a crop duster. He and his best friend, named Jack (who I was named after) built the airport in the community I grew up in. He was so mechanically inclined he built a small two seater plane and a one seat helicopter from scratch. His tool collection was awesome.
My mother, who lived on a rural farm related a story about how, when they were dating, he flew over the farm and threw out a canister with a love note inside, it landed in the front yard.
