"And what predicament is that, then, you silly old coot?" you sneer, banging on the glass again.
The old woman looks at you calmly. "I asked you to stop. Perhaps you did not hear me. Perhaps I can help you to hear better."
As you stand there, your ears start to ache, and then twitch. You can feel there is more... weight... attached to either side of your head, and you can feel a wobble
there as they move. Your ears begin to itch, and as you reach up to itch them, you can tell they feel hairy, and larger than they should be.
Then you catch a glimpse of yourself reflected in the glass of the booth, and all this makes sense. You see that you no longer have human ears; you have a fine pair
of donkey ears attached to your head. And, as the old woman promised, your hearing IS better. Somehow, the thought is not comforting.
"HEY!" you yell at the woman, banging on the glass again. "What have you DONE to me.. ee.. eehaw!" You cough and try to clear your throat.
"You persist in making your predicament worse. Very well, then..."