Hey. Hey, you. Tall Guy at the Ben Folds concert. Yeah, you – I’m talking to you!
You may think you’re pretty cool and all, what with being so damn tall, but did the increased altitude dilute your manners? Did the lack of oxygen at that altitude cut off the flow of blood to your courtesy bone? I mean, what’s the deal with standing so close to the stage? You blocked the view for me and, like, a dozen other people!
Think for a minute: you’re tall! What are you? Six feet nine? Seven feet? Well, most of us aren’t, okay? You probably figured that out from all the bald spots and dandruff you’ve seen over the years, right? So, when you stand in front of us – now, stay with me, the logic gets pretty tricky here – your excess verticality makes it nigh impossible for us to see through you, let alone over you.
Doesn’t all this make you feel bad, tall drink of water? It should. As my Uncle Ben taught me: with great height comes great responsibility. So, stand in the back next time, a’ight? Or else I’ll bite you in the bloody torso, ya freakin’ Lurch!