Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Scene 197: Movie Theater

My nephew and I are in line for tickets when this lady comes up to us and says:

Random lady: I just HAVE TO KNOW, because my son thinks he's tall, and we were over there trying to figure out how tall you were. How tall are you??
Me: 6'5".
Random lady: Oh wow, 6'5". My son is tall too, he's right over there.
Me: Oh.

As she walked away, my 11-year-old nephew says, "Get your camera out!" No such luck this time - I had brought the small purse. Oh well, maybe next time.


At 12:05 AM, Blogger yournamehere said...

You should have ran over to her son and made a huge fuss over him, embarrassing the shit out of him in the process.

By the way, I always suggest these comebacks, but I'd never do them myself unless I was drunk.

At 9:31 AM, Blogger yournamehere said...

Okay, I had a comment. More of a tall/overall size comment than a pure tall comment, but here it is:

Scene: McDonald's inside a fucking Wal-Mart, Eastern and Serene.

I need to take a pill, so I order a small diet coke.

The skinny, short little douche behind the counter looks up at me and says, "Are you sure you don't want a larger size?"

I should have punched him in his face, but I just said, "No, I plan on getting a lot of refills." Actually, I took it to go, but that was all I could think to say.

At 7:48 AM, Blogger GoddessSevera said...

Hi there!
A friend referred Me to your blog today and I'm really enjoying it. I'm also a 6'5" woman and am used to the stares, the looks, the whispers and the stupid same old question!!!! I haven't noticed if anyone has asked you if you're a man or a woman. That has to be the worst.
In any case, I decided to take advantage of the situation and now have a member website, where people have to pay for the priviledge of staring at Me!
If you ever decide to go that way, I'd be pleased to assist!

At 11:27 AM, Anonymous Kettlecorn said...

Hopefully this will give you some comfort. There's a whole class of people out there that get approached for (seemingly) unapparent reasons. My mother, for one, has an invisible sign tatooed on her forehead that reads "Please, Complain Here." She'll be in the dairy aisle of a grocery store deciding between 1/2% or 2% and some old lady will walk up to her and explain that she's had the pain in her side every since her son, Anthony (he's 42) came to visit last month. Maybe it was the lamb chops she made for dinner last night. Maybe it was because Anthony is a smoker. She hasn't had a chance to go see a doctor, yet, but it didn't matter because my mom was going to have the answer she needed.

At 12:22 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

i have just come across your blog and i have decided you are amazing. i am 6'1 1/2 27 year old female and finally someone knows the shit we go through daily, "it must be great to be tall"... "ya its wonderful i love buying pants".
nice movie choices you should rent 'waiting for guffman'

-your tallest fan, besides brian

At 12:43 AM, Blogger Cladeedah said...

Thanks Anon! Oh, and I love Waiting For Guffman. Same folks did Best In Show, another one of my favorites.. The last one they did about the folk singers wasn't as good as the others though. Love me some Parker Posey..

At 12:51 AM, Blogger Cladeedah said...

Thanks GoddessSevera - I finally checked out your site - you are gorgeous!!

At 10:25 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's so great that your nephew yelled "Get out your camera!" I would have busted out laughing at that alone...


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