Or is it vertically challenged? Perhaps pocket-sized? Or is it just plain short?
Whatever it is, the only word that describes the tiny woman who broke line in front of me today is just plain rude. And I let her get away with it because I didn’t want to seem like a mean tall person.
Shall we give her the benefit of the doubt and say that perhaps she didn’t see me? That would’ve been the equivalent of me saying I didn’t see Yao Ming standing in line, waiting to place my sandwich order at the counter.
I’m the person who ALWAYS calls out the person breaking line or the person with 15 items in the express lane or the person letting his kid wreak havoc in the produce section. But I let this three-foot terror completely silence me.
It’s not her fault that she’s short. It’s not my fault that I’m tall. But it is her fault (or her parents’) that she goes through life expecting special treatment.
I’m sure it’s not easy going through life gazing at people’s zippers. And maybe she doesn’t make this behavior a habit. But she looked straight at me when she stepped up and announced that she was, indeed, next in line.
Hmmmm….I’m about 6’1″ standing on this soapbox.