An old man began to notice that his wife seemed to be having trouble hearing.

Whenever he spoke to her from another room, she didn’t answer. When he asked her questions, she often ignored him completely. He gently suggested that maybe she should get her hearing checked, but she immediately waved him off.

“There’s nothing wrong with my hearing,” she insisted.

So the old man decided he would prove it.

One evening, while she was busy in the kitchen, he went upstairs, took out a small recorder, and turned it on. He wanted proof of how many times he had to repeat himself.

From the top of the stairs, he called, “Honey, what’s for supper?”

No answer.

He walked halfway down the stairs and tried again. “Honey, what’s for supper?”

Still nothing.

He went into the living room and raised his voice. “Honey, what’s for supper?”

Again, no answer.

Now convinced he was right, he walked to the kitchen doorway and shouted, “What’s for supper?”

Silence.

Finally, he stepped directly behind her and said very slowly and loudly, “Honey. What’s. For. Supper?”

She spun around angrily and snapped,

“For the hundredth time… chicken!”