Maybe it's the blare of salsa music in small spaces. Perhaps it's genetic. Or it could be that the passage of time has affected my inner ear-ways. Be that as it may, I am definitely experiencing a bit of hearing loss. While you may think that this is something negative, I am finding that, at least at times, it makes life more entertaining.
I'm in Starbucks, ordering a cup of Joe. "I'll have a tall, dark, and handsome," I joke with the gray-haired woman behind the counter.
"With a six pack or without?" she counters.
"I'm not a beer drinker," I respond.
"That's not what I meant," she says.
"I know."
Then, as I'm turning to walk away, she asks, "Do you scream?"
I do an Exorcist-inspired neck whip-around. "Huh?!"
"Do you scream?"
"Wha-a-a-t?" I'm taken aback and aforth -- shocked into wide-eyed confusion.
She looks me in the wider eye and repeats the question, in that loud, exaggerated, and over-enunciated way people usually reserve for berating disobedient children or explaining something to someone who doesn't speak English: "DO YOU USE CREAM?"
The answer, when I'm able to stop laughing and start breathing again, is: "Yes."
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