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Mile High Dumb

They say that flying is a risky business, sky diving is less risky than flying next to a horny bloke.
When I was 23, I was a shy, slim, blonde Irish lass. I was caught in the middle seat beside what looked like a smart business man in his 30's.  With people who don't know sign language, communications is through smoke signals and interpative dance or just a bog standard notebook and pen. He kept trying to talk to me I kept telling him I couldn't hear and to write things down and so the usual boring chit chat went on for the entire flight

As we neared Heathrow, he started asking for my number. I kept trying to throw him off by telling that I would only be in London for a few days with family, no time for anything else. He was really persistent. In the end I looked at him and said there is no point in giving you my number because I am deaf ( this was before smartphones and I wasn't a big texter) God's honest truth, he wrote this on the notebook.

OMG YOU'RE DEAF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE FOREIGN

How does that even work? How could I possibly understand written English and speaking English but not be able to understand spoken English? and if I can't do that, how the hell is he going to be able to talk to me on the phone?!! Perhaps not that smart after all.

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