These days I’m always hearing What?
The other day, at the nursing home… my aunt and I waited patiently in her room for one of her appointments. I was tired and not saying much…every once in a while she’d asked me a question: “How is your pal Stefani?”
“Oh good,” I replied.
And then it started…”What, What? I can’t hear you.”
“She is good,” I replied, again.
A few minutes later, she asked the same question and we went through the same scenario.
Finally, I said, “maybe you should get a hearing aid?”
“What, at my age?” she is 91, “there is nothing wrong with my hearing.”
Last week, we went to dinner with my Mother…granted we were in a corner, near a speaker belting out Frank Sinatra, but I asked her to sit next to me to minimize the whats. She still couldn’t hear me…the what’s ensued. I’ve asked her about getting a hearing aid, she scoffs and says, “What?”
This am, my husband said to me…”What time are we leaving?” I replied, “oh about 10.”
“What,” he asked. “What time are we leaving?”
“10”…I said again. “When are you getting your hearing aid?”
“What, I don’t need a hearing aid!”