Yeah I look like a basketball player, right? I bet I have trouble ducking through doors don’t I? How do I fit in that little truck? I bet you’re parents are tall ain’t they!? What has your momma been feeding you!? How do you find clothes that fit!? Those are some battleships you’re wearin’ on them feet!
My answer to you:
What makes you think all basketball players are tall?
When you saw me duck through the door when I walked into the restaurant, did you think that was the only door I’ve ever ducked under?
I drive a mid-sized truck, that I bought from a short fat guy that was about 5 foot nothing. Naw it fits me perfectly.
No, both of my parents are midgets.
My momma fed me miracle grow for three square meals a day, every day.
What makes you think I can’t find clothes that fit me in department stores? Oh yeah, I forgot, every department store outfits their racks with a plethora of tall shirts and pants. I’m in and out, no problem.
Oh really, my feet are big?…….Are you serious? I never noticed.
I guess being tall has its upsides.
I remember a short, sweet elderly lady smile and stare up at me one time and tell me in a vintage southern accent, “I just love a tall man!”
The curse we live with for being blessed with the tall gene. My personal favorite, “You sure are tall.” Just one time I’m going to get this one and for back, “you sure are fat.” Or, “You sure are ugly.” Stupid obvious statement.
Love it Rusty!!!