Ben felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see a woman who’s face was turning red and she was clearly yelling at him. It was times like these he was almost glad he was deaf.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, I’m deaf,” he said, gesturing to his ears.
The woman blanched immediately. She continued talking in what Ben could only hope was an apology – he could read lips to an extent, but it was an art he had never mastered.