First, you know how some people carry an emergency…contraceptive (my grandmother reads this) in their wallet? Well, MY friend carries an emergency York Peppermint Patty. Priorities, people, priorities.
That really has nothing to do with my post for today. What I really want to talk about is the whole, “being deaf/hard-of-hearing” deal. Here’s today’s public service announcement: CONTRARY to popular belief, I do not have selective hearing, I’m NOT making it up, and NOT ALL DEAF PEOPLE have a “funny accent.”
Sure, my friends can still do it like animals (must.bleach.brain.) in their room with paper thin walls while I crash on their couch and no one is embarrassed in the morning. Sure, if I tell the airline personnel handling boarding I’m deaf, I get to board with the babies and elderly. Jealous, are you? Don’t be. There’s a whole other side to this, people. I bet you’ve never thought…
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