Time may, or may not weary us, but for some of our baby boomer brethren, a toll has certainly been taken on our eyes and ears.
I, for one, had six years in the army using BIG, NOISY weapons and machinery. That’s all it took to set me on the long slide into a muffled world of white noise. I sometimes feel it would be easier to explain to others if I suffered from total, stone deafness. As it is, we of the hearing-aid brigade usually struggle to make out the upper register. We spend our lives fiercely paddling trying to fill in the gaps so we don’t sound too idiotic when we reply. As time goes on we can’t be trusted out on our own – particularly in shops, banks; well, anywhere really. We’re either unjustly accused of ignoring people when they’ve spoken (not facing) us, or misunderstand and proffer the wrong money/response/facial expression.
It’s a hell of a business.
Perhaps this will clarify things..
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?”
(a short play)
Message on answering machine:
“Hi, honey. I’ll be at least an hour late tonight. I’m having sex training lessons with Samantha and the girls from accounts. They’re keen to show me their agility. Love you. Bye”.
The reaction upon arriving home?
JOHN: “Sorry I’m late”
JANE: “Bastard! Pack your bags”
JOHN: “What! Why? What’s the matter?”
JANE: “What’s the matter?! A certain Samantha and her friends, you shit! Sex training lessons, eh? Well you sure could use them!”
JOHN: “Sex training lessons? No, no honey. I said six training sessions”
JANE: “Oh yeah. Then what about the girls wanting to show their agility?”
JOHN: “No, no. After the last training sessions, the girls were all keen to show me their ability”
JANE: “Oh?………oh, I’m sooo sorry, John. Can I get you a drink? Maybe I’ll change into something a bit more comfortable”
And then some days later…
JOHN: “Hello. Hello. Is anyone there? Can’t hear a thing – must be the reception. Look, honey, if you can hear this, I’m gonna be a bit late tonight. I’m at ‘Madam Lash for Pain’. Just getting a full, oiled service. Oh, and I suppose I’ll have to complete the deal with the usual enormous whip. Bye”.
The reaction upon arriving home…
JOHN: “Hi, honey I’m home”
JANE: “Mmm. Johnathan, we need to talk. Did you tell me you’ve been at ‘Madam Lash for Pain’, getting a full, oiled service? And completing the deal with the usual big whip?”
JOHN: “Whaat? Hell, no. I said, I was at Adam Cash Ford again, getting fuel, oil and a service. And I’d have to complete the deal with the usual enormous tip”.
JANE: “Riiight……..well, your dinner’s in the oven. I’ll get you a drink”.
A bit later (just audible from the kitchen)
JANE: “Oh, John?”
JOHN: “Yes, honey?”
JANE: “You haven’t forgotten, have you?”
JOHN: “What’s that honey?”
JANE: “Tomorrow’s my girls night out. We’re going to try a new pub – ‘The Duck and Run’. None of us have had a decent duck for years, so we’re all really looking forward to getting served by a professional”.
JOHN: “Mmm. Okay, hun”.