A dear friend of mine who had a glass eye told me this joke.  He thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.  If you’re feeling sensitive, please don’t judge me.  Just don’t read any further.

Charley wasn’t entirely socially comfortable about his new eye.  Times were hard during the depression.  He’d had to whittle and paint it himself, so it wasn’t the best.  His buddies were trying to get him to ask the girls to dance on Saturday night.  He kept putting it off, dreading being turned down.  Finally he got his nerve up, noticing a young lady standing off to one side, she was lovely, but clearly shy, since she kept covering her harelip with her hand when she smiled.

He decided to take a chance, thinking all she could do was say no.  He sidled up, asking if she’d like to dance.

She was thrilled, “Would I?  Would I?”

Stunned, he retorted, “Harelip! Harelip!”

So often we are listening so hard to what we think, we can’t hear others!