STOP DISCRIMINATION OF THE VERTICALLY CHALLENGED PART II

OK too many upsetting and disappointing events happening recently. Will enter a crap entry today!

Let's recap about what I have said so far about not being as-tall-as-people-think-i-should-be.

1. I can't be a prison warden.
2. I can't be Miss Singapore.

So I'll continue today.

3. We are fated to die young. All sorts of medicine's labelled with 'Keep Our of Reach of Children', which means to put it somewhere high or out of reach for little kids who might have the incentive to pop some of 'em. So, to protect these little furballs, we're like putting our own lives at GREAT RISK! What happens if we get a heart attack and are in desperate of the pills that have been put high up on the shelf we can't reach?! What if we get an asthma attack and have to wriggle helplessly on the floor as we stare our source of life on the mantlepiece?! UNFAIR!

4. Being not-as-tall-as-people-think-you-should-be is also TERRIBLE on buses and MRTs (or the subway/train if you're not local). It's an absolute torture for people like me when there are no seats left and we have to grab a pole or those handle things to maintain our balance. BUT! What happens when YOU grab onto the handle? YOUR armpits are lifted into the air! So what happens to ME? Somehow my eye level is always at such that the armpits are facing my face directly. And what is near my eyes? YES! My nose!!!! So yes there you go. And I am totally not fooling around with this. I can always tell you what is hygenic (and shaves) and who isn't. There was once such a bad smell wafted over I wanted to vomit so I walked as quickly as I could to the other end of the train. Just my luck I must say. So yes, at my height, you definitely get to smell more body odour. Not my cup of tea. Not my scent either.

Ok my homework beckons need to go now! Will continue in future.