Oh the plight of the hearing impaired….
I really needed a haircut, so I went to the local beauty pallor. I told the worker what style I wanted, took my hearing aids out of my ear, and she started cutting my hair.
About half-way through she asked a couple of questions. I really thought I understood what she was saying. The worker nodded and went back to cutting.
After she was done, I realized we had a major communication problem. I didn’t get the hair cut I was expecting. If you ever see me with a bad haircut, it’s because I am hearing impaired.