When I fly, I always get a little skittish of going through security. I think it’s my irrational fear of getting in trouble. I have visions of TSA escorting me to a secluded room for interrogation because they consider my tweezers a weapon or something to that effect. So when I walked through the metal detector recently and saw the TSA chick on the other side eyeballing me, I thought “O crap. Here comes the cavity search.” Instead she exclaimed “How tall are you?! 6’3? You’re taller than me!” I’m not used to TSA people being chatty so I was a little taken aback. “I’m 6’2” I politely replied. “And she’s in her bare feet!” yelped her coworker at the other detector. “Yep” I said as I sidled away before they could find a reason to interrogate me. Anyways, I don’t really think of myself as tall in my bare feet because I’ve been fully grown since I was 14 so I’m used to my Lurch-like tallness but I guess I am tall?