The woman down the corridor is speaking very loudly. He has a right mind to go and have words. But he doesn’t. Of course, “Can you stand this woman?” he says, as though he’s talking to the guy at the next table but secretly hoping that he doesn’t answer.
He does, “She’s alright.”
“Doesn’t she annoy you?”
“No. I’m deaf.”
Neither of them say anything for a second.
Then the deaf guy says, “I’m reading your lips.”