The Plugs

Becky and I decided to stay in the same hotel room as our parents for cousin Bryce’s wedding under one condition: that we acquire earplugs industrial enough to deaden the sound of dad’s snoring. You know, something similar to what the the airline workers wear when standing directly below a plane.

So in preparation for the trip, dad made meeting this particular challenge his mission and raided the earplug stash at work. Having raised three daughters, he knew well enough to get two of each variety to avoid arguments, and in the end, Beck and I were each able to choose from a selection that looked like this:



When the time came to select a proper plug, Beck went with the Pura-Fit 6800 and I the Max Lite. At bedtime, we settled into our spots, and once we both had our ear gear in place, the conversation went something like this:

Me: Are your earplugs comfortable?

Beck: What?

Me: Com - fort - a - ble.

Beck: Oh. Yeah. What about yours?

Me: What?

Beck: (pointing at her ear) Yours?

Me: Oh. No. I think they’re sticking out too far.

Beck: What?

Me: Too far. Is this too far out of my ear?

Beck: Yeah. You should try this kind.

Me: What?

You can probably read the pattern here. It all ended in fits of laughter that woke our already sleeping father, who, should he have wanted them, still had ten pairs of earplugs to choose from.