But there is something you have to know about my grandfather. He never could hear that well. He was a pilot in WWII and then worked in air traffic control here in Tampa for the better part of his career. Between age and planes, it was hard for him to hear even in a quiet room, let alone in a bustling restaurant. One morning, when we went to breakfast, we sat down at our table and a sweet waitress came up and started to chat with us. As I began the customary breakfast banter, my grandfather anticipated her question and shouted 'Coffee, cream and sugar' at the waitress. It sort of shocked her, because that wasn't what she had asked and I had to shrug apologetically, shake my head and say, 'I guess we'll have some coffee, for both of us'. Fortunately, she was in a good mood and thought it was pretty funny. When she left, I made him adjust his hearing aids and after that we were able to communicate more smoothly.