I'm short. And no, not average short, but short short. Like 2.5 inches taller than being able to be legally called a midget, short.
I'm very proud of every millimeter that adds up to those 2.5 inches.
Yay for mixed increments of measurements!
Being short has it's benefits. For example, people think I'm cute and so I get away with things a lot easier than I think I would if I was an Amazon. Also, I can stand there, bat my eyelashes, point at things that are up high and tall people grab them for me. That's pretty awesome. It works in grocery stores too.
Although sometimes at stores there is no one around and I have to climb the shelves like a manic spider monkey to reach the last can of SpaghettiOs that has been pushed all the way to the back, and I've been craving SpaghettiOs for weeks and I must get them...
But the worst part of being short is driving. I drive a Vibe, which in itself is a pretty small car, don't get me started on driving minivans. But yeah, I can't comfortably reach the pedals. Go ahead laugh, it is pretty funny. So I'm left with the choice of pushing the pedals with my toes or scooting the seat up and steering with my boobs. I'm sure the truck drivers I pass would get a kick out of that one.
I know there are a few vehicles that have movable pedals, but I'm not made of money you know? And my Vibe is cute although not cool enough to have movable pedals. So I opt for toes over boobs and I get from point A to B pretty OK. And besides, it's really hard to make left turns with your boobs.
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