Want to know something weird? I mean freaky weird. Try being 6’2 and having a neighbor, and a girl at that be taller than you. Not only weird but aggravating as hell.
Let’s begin with why I call her Tall Girl. That’s not hard for those of you who were paying attention…it’s because she’s tall…the other reason which I failed to mention is, because I can’t remember her name. I guess it’s because I’m distracted with her being tall. Strange to be able to look directly up someone’s nose while praying they don’t sneeze.
I’ve wondered in those moments, when I have nothing better to do, how she got so damn tall. Her mother isn’t, just your normal woman of average height, I call her Shy Lady, because she is certainly that. It had to have come from her father, never seen him, either dead or long gone. I’ve never asked because I don’t know how to begin the conversation, “hey is the reason you’re such a tall drink of water because pop was a bean pole?” Probably better to let that dog lay.
Don’t get me wrong. She’s a nice girl, and willing to help out if you need it. Just don’t stand beneath her, because if she sneezes, it’s going to be a snot shower.
A Fifth of Brian 