Just another weekend.

I ran into the Dorm Nazi today, and I have decided she doesn't hear very well. I had just come in from a jog and I was red in the face and still huffing from the stairs. This is how our conversation went:
Me: 'Bonjour, Madam,'
Dorm Nazi (DM): 'You look hot.'
Me: 'Yes, you're right, I've just come from running a rather long distance.'
DM: 'Actually, I didn't mop up to your door, just in this hallway.'
Me: With bewildered look, 'Ok, thanks.'

She is the only person who can't understand a SINGLE word that I say, EVER. Frequently, she'll engage me in conversation and when I respond, she responds with something completely out of left field. At first, I was a bit distraught and it actually inspired me to visit one of my neighbors and say, 'Just tell me if you can understand me,' and then repeat whatever sentence it was I said to 'La Femme' to see if it was me or her that was somehow causing the communication breakdown. Each time, it was decided that even though I may have made a minor gramatical error, in general the phrase was valid and effectively communicated what I was trying to say! My conclusion is that she is half deaf, and of course she is going to be cranky when the world is spinning around her in half silence. Poor Dorm Nazi.

Hey Mom- could you get Mark to look for my resume on my computer? I really need it. The sooner the better! Thanks!