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The Deaf Wife Problem


Bert feared his wife Peg wasn't hearing as well as she used to and he thought she might need a hearing aid. Not quite sure how to approach her, he called the family Doctor to discuss the problem. The doctor told him there is a simple informal test the husband could perform to give the doctor a better idea about her hearing loss.

Here's what you do, said the doctor. "Stand about 40 feet away from her, and in a normal conversational speaking tone see if she hears you. If not, go to 30 feet, then 20 feet, and so on until you get a response."

That evening, the wife is in the kitchen cooking dinner, and he was in the den. He says to himself, I'm about 40 feet away, let's see what happens. Then in a normal tone he asks, "Honey, what's for dinner?" No response..

So the husband moves closer to the kitchen, about 30 feet from his wife and repeats, "Peg, what's for dinner?" Still no response.

Next he moves into the dining room where he is about 20 feet from his wife and asks, "Honey, what's for dinner?" Again he gets no response.

So, he walks up to the kitchen door, about 10 feet away. "Honey, what's for dinner?" Again there is no response.

So he walks right up behind her. "Peg, what's for dinner?"

"For Pete’s sake, Ralph, for the FIFTH time, CHICKEN!"

Comments

  1. RCUBEsMarch 9, 2012 at 8:36 AM

    I have a heaviness in my spirit now sister Mary every time I am scheduled to go to work...Like later this afternoon. I thank you for making me laugh at such a needed time and to be reminded as well not to let the enemy steal the joy in my heart no matter what is going on at my workplace...

    Sometimes I often wonder, am I going deaf or is it my hubby as we seem to not hear each other when conversing? I think it's more selective from both of us a lot of times...If not, we might need some kind of mouth surgery that prevents "mumbling..." Just kidding. Loved this funny story! Have a great weekend!!!

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  2. Gail Griner Golden at Gail-Friends March 9, 2012 at 8:45 AM

    HA! I think it's the other way around it our house. Hubby says I am going deaf. Thanks for the good laugh.

    Thanks for stopping by Gail-Friends.

    Shalom and prayers for you and yours,

    gail

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  3. NanaNor'sMarch 9, 2012 at 3:09 PM

    Very funny and as we get older it is reality. Hope you have a wonderful weekend.
    Noreen

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  4. DeniseMarch 9, 2012 at 6:12 PM

    Ha, that is funny.

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  5. AnonymousMarch 9, 2012 at 9:40 PM

    I love it!!!
    Blessings,
    Bren

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  6. MFEO2009March 10, 2012 at 10:16 PM

    Hahaha!

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  7. SharonMarch 11, 2012 at 12:26 PM

    This was such a great story!

    I remember when we thought my grandfather was going deaf. My grandmother would rattle off all this stuff at him, and he would sorta sit there like he didn't hear. Except one time he looked over at us and winked!! (Such a scamp he was!)

    Like my dad used to say, "I hear what I want to hear!"

    Loved this story, and appreciated the chuckle it gave me!

    GOD BLESS!

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