With her two kids seated in the basket of the shopping cart, she stood on the bottom frame of the cart to reach the top shelf, but was still six inches short. She was seconds away from standing on the ledge of the refrigerated shelf when a tall man approached her.
“Ma’am, can I help you get something?” the man who stood at least a foot taller than her asked.
“Oh, you’ve come at just the right time, sir. Would you mind getting one of those Bridgeman’s Sausage rolls for me, the pound size? Not spicy, but the one in that green and red packaging. I’ve always been, er, height challenged. I hate being short.”
“Sure. No problem. Being tall has its share of problems too,” he said, putting down the basket he was carrying.
As he rose, he saw the package she was referring to but it was the last one on the shelf at knee level.
“Oh you mean one of these?”
The woman’s eyes rolled and she took the sausage from him. “Yes, one of those. That’s embarrassing. Thanks.”
“No worries. Just glad it wasn’t a case of water on the top shelf, which someone once asked me to get. Then she asked me to get two more since I was up there!”
Good man! Personally, my son is 6'7" tall and serves as a "human forklift" for his little wife and me. 💖💖
I have to always get a chair or a stepping stool too. Even my counters are too high when I knead my bread! I'm 5’1. 😩