Love helping a person at the grocery store (usually a mom) with getting something off the top shelf, or even higher than that, you know the top of the grocery store shelves that is used for storage? That dreamy place that is truly off limits for you, but just another high shelf for me. Yes, I love that place.
Hate car shopping. It’s already an unfortunate experience, but as soon as a car salesperson looks at me and confidently says, “Oh, you’ll fit in this car,” I’m about to ruin their day because no, a Toyota Highlander no longer fits super tall people and the salesperson’s job just got a lot harder.
Love being the first to spot my kids from a gaggle of parents. We are all looking for our little ones and no matter if I’m in the front or the back, I see my kids first and, naturally, they see me first.
Hate brands that I love, but they don’t have anything that fits me. Prime example, Patagonia. Blessed are the makers, but will you please make pants that fit someone over 6’5″? Your tops are great. And you make appropriately sized underwear, but your pants are truly lacking. Just introduce a tall size and I’ll buy lots of it and give you all the money.
Love brands that fit me. I’m looking at you American Tall, you headquartered-in-Canada company, which makes me like you even more. Their clothes have changed my wardrobe for the better. I remember getting my first order of their jeans with a XL Tall long-sleeved tee. I put them on and was in heaven. I wanted to sleep in them. They brought me a simple joy that most people get to experience, wearing clothes that are made to fit your body.
Hate sitting in an airplane seat. It’s been years since I have sat in a true economy seat. As they have shrunk over the last twenty years, stuffing myself into one just got to be this very painful exercise. Imagine folding yourself into the least comfortable position and being told to stay like that for 2.5 hr. Yeah, I’m just not doing that anymore. I spend extra money each time I fly to get into United’s Economy Plus or Delta’s Comfort+. As for Southwest, their recent changes in seating goes to aid super tall flyers like myself. It used to be that buying Early Bird was my best shot at getting good legroom, but that never guaranteed an extra legroom seat, it only bumped me toward the front of the line. There never failed to be some short frequent flyer in spot A12 who would take the extra legroom seat.
Love that my height didn’t just mean I was gonna be good at one sport. I have athleticism too. I can’t tell you how many very tall athletes I have played with, coached, or watched, who were just there because they were tall. I have my parents to thank for the height, the reflexes, the agility, and the athleticism.
Hate that I can’t blend into a crowd. Okay, I don’t always hate this, but being able to walk into a bar without seeing the heads of 15-20 patrons turn toward me would be nice. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that. Must get thyself to Norway.
Love watching someone who thinks he’s the tallest in the room and then right when he walks by my table I stand up. Take that, whoever played Chewbacca at Disneyland on July 8, 2025.
Hate making a table and two chairs look like I’ve shrunk them. This is egregious in a Starbucks. I feel like I’m sitting on furniture that belongs in my son’s 2nd grade classroom.
Love, Love, Love when people assume I cannot run that quickly and that I’m out there to jog a race. No, I can run and I’m there to race you and do my best to beat you.
Hate looking for homes I fit in because…there just aren’t many.
Love painting a ceiling without a ladder.
Hate an airplane bathroom. (Certainly not exclusive to tall people.)
Love owning toys that match me in size.
Hate not fitting in bathtubs.
Love having tall kids. Gosh, they grow so fast, but they look so good. Tall people are beautiful.
Lastly, I love a good list. I hope you’ve enjoyed this.
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