The AllenTownJerk is stunted in vertical growth because they can't stack shit that high!
Just sayin'.........
Oh now.
It has to be a handicap, if one has to stand on tip-toes to see what's on the kitchen-counter.
Anyway.
You and I being the same height, sir, we both understand short men.
(I dunno about you, but for me, any adult male under 6' tall is "short".)
It drives me nuts, the chips on their shoulders.
One is always compelled to rap the knuckles on top of their heads, commenting, "Okay, okay, I'm sure it's a nuisance that you have to use a stepladder to reach anything in the middle of the dining room table, and have to sit atop six enormous dictionaries to drive a motor vehicle, and I feel for you, bud, but hey, size does not a man make. Some of my best friends are midgets. No one's challenging your manhood. Accept, adapt, and move on."
My father was 6" tall exactly, as were my older brothers and my younger brother. I added three inches perhaps because of my diet heavy in dairy products; milk (the whole stuff, none of this diluted stuff) is man's best friend.
Dutch and Danish males are the tallest males (on "average") in Europe; we don't have hardly any silver-skating Hans Brinkers here in Nebraska, but we are a little heavy on those of Danish derivation, probably the largest plurality of them in all the 50 states. Among Nebraskan males, I make it, but just barely, into the "tall" category; I recall that when living in Pennsylvania and New Jersey, it
did seem that I was usually a head taller than most, when in a crowd.
In other words, out here, I'm considered tall, but not remarkably so. A tad little bit taller than average, but not enough to make it extraordinary, or worth commenting upon.
But that doesn't mean franksolich considers a dwarf a mere 5'5" tall to be any less of a man than he is.
Anyway.
The head and neck and shoulders are still tender and sore, but nothing unusual.
And I'm still in a bitchy, crabby, glum, saturnine mood.
However, as in the past, it's passing. I'll be back either Wednesday later in the day, or Thursday early in the day; look for "Mrs. Alfred Packer does Christmas," to notice when franksolich has ambled out of the gloom.