Deaf Meets Deafening

One of my dad’s friends who has known me for my entire life stopped by the store one time.  God bless him, but he was deafer than a post. So here I am standing by the deli counter and he wants to know how my Dad is doing. He lets loose this bellow of:

Customer: “WELL THEN, HOWS DOBBER DOING?”

God help you if you suggest that he get hearing aids, so I have to yell back:

Me: “HE IS DOING JUST FINE AND CAN’T WAIT TO GET BACK OUT FISHING!”

After a few more polite yet very loud sentences, we’re done. Off he trots with his cart and my store manager comes running over with a concerned look on his face.

Manager: “I heard your four aisles over!”

Me: “Just talking to my dad’s deaf friend.”

Manager: “What the heck is a Dobber?”

Me: “That’s my dad.”

Manager: “Why does he call him Dobber?”

Me: “I don’t know. Want me to go and shout-ask him?”

Manager: “No! No, no, no! I’d rather remain curious!”