Welcome to the new blog series called Tall Eye View. Come sit down and read tales of the encounters of a tall guy. Oh, and if you get bored you can always check out all my old blogs. I guess a 5-year hiatus is long enough. So here you go.

This first tale isn't necessarily about me being called tall or making kids laugh or cry. This might be one of my most embarrassing moments. I was at the store getting some shopping done. Sometimes, when I'm at the store, I help get the tall items off the shelf for other customers. So, I'm walking and coming to the end of the aisle. Here is a bit of advice: the end of the aisle is like a 4-way stop. You should always check and see if anyone is coming. Well, I hadn't quite made it to the end when a little kid came around the corner, and I accidentally plowed into him, knocking him down. Out of fear and concern, I quickly tried to help him up. He was face down. I apologized and said, "Little boy are you ok? I didn't see you coming!" I offered to help him up. The little boy got up and looked at me. At this point I then realized he wasn't a little boy. He was an adult little person, complete with facial hair. I apologized again and quickly got out of there. I felt horrible. Even though it wasn't my fault I knocked him down. I had the right-of-way. I truly didn't realize he was an adult. So, look where you are going, and I won't run you over and call you a little boy.