Date: Thu, 7 Aug 1997 13:05:11 -0500 From: Phanny Subject: SUB: CONTEST: Circumstantial Deafness Circumstantial Deafness In this grimy corner with the music pounding on my back and my little black dress too damned little, 'cause this stringy blond guy has that heybebedoyawannalaydownwitme look matching the whole damn club and he walks right up to me and I read his lips, him saying, "How ya doin'?" And I say, "fine," and I say, "you?" Polite, see. And he mouths, "bummer, I just got this speeding ticket in my two-eighty-zee-ex," and then he just stands and watches for my lips to move. And I say, "pardon me," and go to the bright grafitti girls' room where all the stringy blondes are in too-little black dresses, and stay there for an hour, reading lips in mirrors.