Have I told these'uns before?

Over a bad cold but with my voice still gone, I was at a uni philosophy tutorial. It just so happened that no-one else wanted to speak that day, either. They likely hadn't done the set readings. While far from a perfect student, on this occasion I had. So, anyway, after repeated unsuccessful attempts to inspire debate, the lecturer frustratedly called a halt to the tute. As my classmates filed out, I went up to him, gave an apologetic look and gestured to my throat. I may've even rasped a little. He quickly twigged to the sitch. "You wanted to contribute but you've lost your voice?" I nodded. "That's OK. Thanks for telling me." In hindsight, I like to think I turned his exasperating experience into a mildly amusing one.

For some reason, the above story reminds me of when I was at a local MMA event with MR. It was an arvo show, with several families present. Which is why we were surprised when every fighter seemed to be walking out to gangster-rap tracks full of swearing. Finally, a dude made his way to the cage to some more kid-friendly music. No sooner had we noted that fact amongst ourselves when the announcer informed the crowd the fighter in question was deaf. The only combatant with a socially acceptable theme song wasn't able to hear it (and perhaps hadn't chosen it). He deserved to win. I don't remember if he did. MMA is EXTRA-hard when your cornermen can't yell important instructions to ya during the bout.