Could You Please Speak Up?

By Jim Hagarty
2013

This has to be a definition of irony.

I called up the website for a hearing centre this morning and a woman appeared on the screen explaining the company’s services. The video was fine but there was no sound.

At first I suspected it was a technical error. Then the conspiracy theorist in me took over and I wondered if they were trying to trick me into thinking I was stone cold deaf and needed to rush down to We Hear You and give them a cool $5,000.

Thankfully, my paranoia served me well. I still can’t hear and they still don’t have my $5,000.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.