Seriously. I didn't hear all that well to begin with, but now being in public is extra fun. What with crackly drive-up window microphones, the plexiglass savior walls, and then the mucous mufflers blocking the ability to see anyone's mouth move, I can't even make an educated guess as to what people are saying to me these days.
Mostly I assume people aren't saying anything to me at all, but when they lean around me and into my face, I begin to believe someone is attempting to communicate. At that point I just imagine what their snuffling might be about, and give a generic response.
Maybe they're apologizing for getting in my way so I'll give a "No worries."
Or it might be a greeting so I just say, "Hi."
When the bank teller said, "Mffff blpr tnnnf lrmr," at the drive up window I simply replied, "Okay."
I could have had a non-conversation with Jeremy Renner in Fred Meyer and not even known it.
The best all-purpose answer I have is, "You too." Now that might be a problem if whatever they're saying isn't nice...but it would only be a problem for the other person, because whatever I imagined they were saying was pleasant.
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