Why hello there, young child! Hello, small dog! Good morning, woman with tooth! Today is a fabulous day for strolling along this city street and gazing up into that jewel blue sky. Do you know how I know this? I know this, because I am a very tall man. Yes, you may have been deceived by the way I dress, but I can assure you that my height exceeds seventy-two inches. Though I carry myself with the utmost humility and I have never been one to brag, if you were to ask any medical professional whom I have visited for for a routine physical exam, they could easily tell you that I, indeed, am a very tall man.
Sometimes, while walking in the city, I will join an urban game of basketball and easily sink more baskets on average than my fellow players, all because of the few inches of advantage I have over the others. Many people have told me that I should pursue a professional career in basketball, though I have always graciously declined. Many have asked how tall my parents are. I always think this question a bit amusing, for bot my mother and father are under seventy-two inches tall. Can you imagine! Many people ask how tall the milkman was, which I find offensive, because our milkman, Sal, was a very short man. And I happen to be very tall.
When my girlfriend, Matilda, and I go camping, we often joke about how far I must lean over to gain entry into our mid-sized tent. In that then, I certainly do look like a giant! But I could never be on of those giants who threatens to grind bones to make flour, to use in the process of breadmaking, because I am a good-natured and charismatic person, who buys whole grain bread. I am also very tall. Matilda and I camp often, and while camping, we sometimes take a break from just lounging about the site to go on scenic hikes. There have been many occasions when I have to bend down nearly in half to avoid being swatted with a hanging branch. Being tall can sometimes be quite a lark.
Other times, being a very tall man is just frustrating. My roommates and I are in a constant struggle to find the right place to store our non-perishable goods, since the pantry's floor is a long way from my arms, and it has always been so much more convenient for me to store things in the cupboards. Things will be different when Matilda and I live together. Although she isn't as tall as me, being a very tall man, she is rather tall for a woman, something I find just perfect. She and I both agree that there is a certain discrimination against very tall people like us. Cars built nowadays are all the more difficult for very tall people to fit into. And forget about the fashion world. Everyone knows that the only clothes out there are made for petite individuals.
But I am pleasantly content with my life as a very tall man. I work as a stockroom assistant at our local Target store, an appropriate use for my height and strength. I also enjoy going to movies and sitting wherever I please, usually in front of someone whom I can't see behind the seats. Because I am a very tall man, I can do a lot of things most people can't. One of those things is reach. I am very good at reaching and snatching the last copy of books from the top row at the library. I am tall enough not to have to worry. If Matilda and I ever get married, and have children, you can be sure that they will also be very tall. When people ask them how tall their father is, I know that they will stand proud and tall, and reply that their father is a very tall man.
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