Living with someone who is in complete denial can be exhausting, and Al was absolutely convinced that his wife, Martha, was rapidly losing her hearing.
He had dropped countless hints about scheduling an audiologist appointment, but she stubbornly refused to hear of it. Determined to trap her with undeniable audio proof, Al marched upstairs, pulled out a voice recorder, and pressed record. Knowing she was downstairs preparing a meal, he leaned over the banister and hollered, “Honey! What’s for supper?”
Absolute silence. Al smirked at his machine, capturing the dead quiet.
He walked down the stairs and bellowed into the hallway, “Honey! What’s for supper?” Still, not a single peep echoed from the back of the house.
Creeping into the living room, just a few yards away from the stove, he raised his voice a notch. “Honey, what’s for supper?!” Nothing. The house was a tomb.
Al practically tiptoed right up to the kitchen doorway, shook his head in pity, and shouted, “What’s for supper?!” Once again, total radio silence from his oblivious spouse.
Finally, to deliver the ultimate, unarguable wake-up call, he stepped right up behind her, practically breathing down her neck, and yelled directly into her ear, “HONEY! WHAT! IS! FOR! SUPPER?!”
Martha spun around, her face completely flushed with pure exasperation, and screamed, “Damn it, Al! For the fifth time… CHICKEN!!”
