Tall People

Today was a bit too cold and windy to go for a ride and I haven't been feeling well.

We all know tall people. The first ones picked. They get the higher salaries and everyone wants to be their friend. The problem with tall people is that they are all part bully. They can't help it. They are never challenged and learn they can get anything they want, make people back down, just by asserting themselves.

The other day at the gym one of the tall people took offense that I didn't consider his advice as being from on high. Attacking me with insults I stood my ground giving a well reason response. He responded with a vile derogatory. When I called him the same his face quivered with shock and awe and he said;

"You called me an ...."

I doubt he even realized he had called me the same moments earlier. Being tall he most likely never faced any consequences for anything he has ever said since he is basically a good guy. But he's tall.

Now if ever I feel down I can think of the look on his face and have a good laugh. Then I got in his face and told him he didn't know what he was talking about. Standing up to the tall people is one of the small pleasures of life that far too few people dare to enjoy.

As a general rule the tall people don't like me, even before they know me. I often wonder if it has any relation to my family name which means 'short' in German.

I'm a bit obsesses with the bulbs I planted this fall. I found one on the ground before Winter came, and wondered what had dug it up, disturbing the pattern I had created. Wondering how everything will look when spring finally gets here. The squirrel is the most likely culprit. But I haven't seen the squirrel around for some time now. And all those rabbits that litter the lawns across the neighborhood at night when I walk the dog seem to be gone.

I suspect fowl play.