Taking Stupidity To New Heights, Part 2

(I’m just over six feet tall and female. I regularly get very obnoxious questions/remarks about how tall I am, but this is by far the worst. I’ve just finished helping a customer select some products.)

Me: “If you have any other questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!”

Customer: “Actually, I do have one question… how tall are you?”

Me: “Just over six feet.”

Customer: “Oh my god. I just feel absolutely terrible for you. Your life must be incredibly difficult.”

Me: “Um… no. I pretty much function just like everybody else.”

Customer: “No way. I thought I had it bad! I’m 5 feet 7 inches and I can’t find a boyfriend because of how tall I am! Do you even date at all? Or are all of the guys half your size?”

Me: “Well… I have dated guys a few inches shorter than me. It doesn’t bother me, though.”

Customer: “That’s just insane. I’ll bet you don’t wear heels either, right? I can’t wear them because I look like a f***ing amazon! You’d probably just look like a freak!”

Me: “Well, I’ve worn heels before. I just prefer not to, because I don’t find them very comfortable.”

Customer: “I’ll bet you don’t! You probably look ridiculous!”