Noticing my height while we passed each other on the sidewalk, a gregarious lady stopped me today and boldly said, " Sonny! I wish I were that tall!" Does she really? If she only knew, how painfully-difficult it is for a seven-footer, living in an under six-foot world, I believe she would change her mind. So, if by chance you're reading this post, lady, let me explain.
When I stand up, my ears pop.
When in a hotel room bed, I accidentally turned the TV off with my foot.
In airplane bathrooms, it is impossible to go. Thank Heaven for Flomax.
I wrestle with the person who is sitting in front of me in airplane, as he tries to recline his seat.
Once I sat in the bulkhead seat and enjoyed stretching my legs into first class. The flight attendant asked for my credit card and charged me. .
In a packed movie theater, the person behind me says, "I'll just get the DVD when it comes out."
When close to an airport, I am required by law to wear a cap with a blinking light.
My shoes cover two zip codes.
For rent-a-cars, I have to order one with a sunroof.
As a youth, we went to the beach and I went in the ocean first. My sister asked my mother, "Can go in too?" She replied, "Not now; Swen's using it."
I'm 290 pounds. When I get on an elevator, it has to go down.