It never fails that everywhere I go, at least one person comments about my height.
And it's never as cute as the time these little kids in my music therapy group had a conversation about it that went something like "Wow, she tall! Yeah, she eat wotsa bwoccowee!"
It's more like an entire conversation based around the fact that I am tall. Something I have absolutely no control over. And good God I'm tired of telling people "Yes, the air, it's so clean up here!" Or, "At least I don't need a step stool in the kitchen!" Because that's what we tall people say when someone tells us we are tall, which we actually already know, and are unsure if you mean this as an observation or a compliment.
Would you say "Your hair is brown!" to something and then expect them to say "Thank you!"?
I get everything from "I never knew you were this tall!," which is fair enough if you're meeting online friends for the first time but not when you're a relative that's seen me several times.
And happens to be a grandparent to my children.
There's also the "Oh, it's just the gigantic shoes" which is partially true, but I'm still tall without them on and psssst still taller than you.
Also, note to yourselves: The word "gigantic" should never really be used in anything you discuss physically about a woman unless you're talking about her brain. Or balls.
And then there are the pick-up lines, which oddly always circle around sports. Like "Hey, did you play basketball in high school?" or "You must have been a volley ball player" which I'm not quite sure how that's supposed to segue into any sort of meaningful conversation or hell, even a one night stand.
Bad "playing with balls" puns? Yes. Me putting your balls in my mouth? Probably not.
But this past weekend, amidst all the gasps and gushes about my height, I got the best comment ever:
"Your height is INCREDIBLE!" this guy told me in passing, with admiration and gusto and not an ounce of skeeviness.
Too bad he was homeless, otherwise he might have been able to get me back to his place.