1) For reasons only known to them, when we flew to Tassie to stay at Helen's B&B, the doorways were only 5"8 high. So for someone like Paul who's 6"3, this makes it a tad difficult to enter. Well, not this little chicky! I stand at a mere 5"4, and judging from the severe lack of height in the door frames, our olden day counterparts were definite shortarses. Paul's developed a permanent hunch from that house :)
(Note: Shortarses who could fit through the doorways without having to stoop: Me, Rach, Helen, Kimmi & Di).
2) Planes. Say no more. Shortarse heaven!
3) Sitting in the backseat of a car. I have all the shortarse leg room I'll ever need, but trying to watch Paul get comfy behind the driver is hysterical - truth is he just can't. I usually give him the passenger seat in my car out of
sympathy :)
4) Small couches. Tall people just look totally out of place in small couches (Like Paul, for instance!) Like the time
Paul sat in one of Helen's camping chairs and promptly broke it - wouldn't have happened if he was a shortarse!! (webminion's note -It was probably his pointy boney arse that did that)
5) Pissing off Tall People. You know who you are, these people just love the fact that we shortarses can't reach the
overhead lockers in a plane or that we practically sit on top of the steering wheel to reach the pedals in a car. Hey,
it's true, we shortarses aren't that invincible (although I'd like to be - can you imagine a Captain Shortarse comic?)
Well ya know what? Tall People suffer more in life, so I guess that pretty much makes us even...
Listening to ''Hockey Skates'', by Kathleen Edwards
