Back in the days of the traveling salesmen visiting homes with their wares, my haridan grandmother was always welcoming in the hearing aid fellows to charm Pawpaw into making a purchase.
Knowing her ear was waxing the other side of the keyhole, Pawpaw would grit out that he could “hear enough, thank you!”
As a little girl I never got to know him as well as I wish now. Painfully shy, I shrank away from having to yell into that sweet old man’s ear.
But his having gone hard of hearing was truly a blessing. Only way that poor man got any peace, way I heard tell.
A man was convinced his wife was going deaf, so one day he stood about twenty feet behind her and said, "Can you hear me?". No answer. He moved up to ten feet and repeated, "Can you hear me?", still, no answer. He then stood directly behind her chair and said, "Can you hear me?", to which she replied, "For the third time, YES!". ;o)