I’m told, particularly by my married friends, that men have selective hearing.
A woman will walk into the bathroom, see a puddle of clothes on the floor, infuriatingly close to the laundry basket, and yell at her husband in exasperation, “YOU think of ME as the maid! You take your clothes off, throw them on the floor and think that they’ll magically make their way into the basket!! I’m sick of picking up after you!!”
She finishes her tirade, exasperated, and is surprised to see an expression of anticipation on her husband’s face. The reason for his eager smile is selective hearing, because all he got from that speech was: “You…me…clothes off…on the floor!”
My father is also proof that men suffer from selective hearing.
When my parents moved into their new house, my mother gave my father the task of updating our address with the electricity company. She gave him the water bill (which had the new address on) to take with as a reference. She explained that he needed to go down to the electricity company and show them the new address on the water bill so they could update their records. He nodded irritably saying that he would take care of it.
What did he do? He went and paid the water bill.
Selective hearing, must be a nice way to live.
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