The long and short of it

We entertained a childhood friend of my husband this weekend who was here for a class reunion.  He looks a bit like this:

Well, he doesn't really look like he just arrived from 1945, but he is very tall.  My husband's friend is 6 ft 8 or 9.

If you've read my blog for any length of time, you know I'm short .  There are some adaptations one must make to deal with every day life when one is on the low end of the vertically challenged.  The same holds true for very tall people.

Never walk into a room with a very tall man if you want to be inconspicuous.  As we entered several restaurants this weekend,  heads turned, eyes gawked, and the whispers began.

"I'll bet he's a retired basketball player from the NBA."

And that was followed by constant staring while people tried to figure out who this giant really was.

I have another friend who is similar in size.  He became a very successful trial attorney, and used his height as an advantage in the courtroom.  His imposing presence oozed authority and decisiveness, and his physical stature alone could influence juries to sympathize with his client.

Both have back problems, both have trouble fitting into a car, and both always play footsie (not necessarily by choice) with the person across the table from them.

I also have two good female friends that are nearly 6 feet tall.

I am not sure why I like them all so much. They make me feel rather small and can be a pain in the neck.