Walter and Mabel were at the clinic for their annual medical check-up when the doctor turned to the old man and asked, “How’s your hearing these days, Walter?”
Before Walter could even open his mouth, Mabel interjected sharply, “Selective!”
Walter frowned deeply. “That is completely untrue.”
“Oh, it’s absolutely true,” Mabel argued. “The only frequencies your ears ever seem to pick up are the sound of the refrigerator door cracking open and the word ‘dessert.’”
The doctor chuckled softly, trying to diffuse the living room tension in his office. “Well, to be fair, ma’am, that’s actually quite normal at his age.”
Walter perked up instantly, pointing a victorious finger at his wife. “Ha! Finally, a medical professional who agrees with me!”
Mabel just smirked. “No, dear. He said it’s normal at your age, not mine.”
Looking utterly betrayed, Walter grumbled, “Then remind me again why I’m the one paying this man’s expensive medical bill?”
Mabel gently patted his arm and whispered:
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart… it’s not like you can hear the grand total anyway.”
