Old Dub, a guy who worked with Bud, was a good old guy and a hard worker, but he was deaf as a post.  It didn’t worry him a lot, though.  He’d gotten used to it and just bumped along in his own little world.  The guys stopped for breakfast one morning on the out to a job.  Dub ordered coffee with his breakfast.  The waitress put it next to his cup in a little pot to keep it hot.  Not noticing it, Dub kept looking for his coffee.  He signaled to the waitress he still needed coffee.  She pointed to the pot, telling him it was right by his plate.  He had no idea what she’d said and just got furious.  About that time, the waitress brought one of the other guys something.  Dub was mad at being ignored by now, demanding his coffee.

“Oh, I’m so sorry sir,” she said.  “It’s right here in your own little pot.”  She poured it and went on to the next guy.

Dub mumbled under his breath, “That looked like a syrup pitcher to me.”  He didn’t hear much else going on

About that time, somebody told a joke and the whole group burst into raucous laughter.  Inferring he was the butt of the joke, Dub jumped to his feet, shouting, “by God, I have seen syrup pitchers that looked like that!”  Most of the group had no idea where he was coming from.