"Halibut?" That’s the reply I got when I asked my husband a mundane question a few years ago. Whitley had an untreated burst eardrum when he was a kid, then as an adult in New York City, he walked past a backfiring car. The result? He’s pretty much deaf in one of his ears.
Every once in a while I get frustrated and send him to a hearing specialist, but he always returns with an excuse for not getting a hearing aid. Actually, I sympathize with this, because these devices are not very effective–but occasionally I get frustrated.