As I was standing in line at Tim Horton's this morning, gazing off into nothingness while the queue crawled forward, I was accosted by one of the Church Youth who was on his way out with a friend.
Startled back to reality, I greeted him and we had a brief exchange.
I expect I appeared a right snob, and I was again brought up short (pun intended) by my lack of stature.
The thing of it is, when I'm standing, looking ahead, I see chests.
I see stomachs.
I see armpits.
I see the odd belt buckle or chin.
In order to see faces I have to look up.
Yet another symptom of being below average... vertically challenged... not as tall as you.
With this in mind, I humbly and fervently apologize if I have ever seemed to snub you when you've passed by me in a store or on the street; if you've tried to make eye contact and didn't hail me by name.
I assure you that if I had seen you coming I would have greeted you joyfully and effusively.
Hmm... goldfish memory... living below see level... coincidence? I wonder.