Should'a been clues.
I can't reach the car-side windows to withdraw money from a machine.
I can't reach the car-side window to let Walmart know I have arrived.
I never buy long sleeved shirts because the sleeves are too long.
Today I go to put on my winter coat--Oh Unhappy Day--and see that these sleeves have always been turned up 4 inches.
Suddenly, it dawns on me, my arms are weirdly short and no one ever told me. How could I have gone through life this far not figuring this out?
What other horrors lurk?
1 comment:
That realization is hilarious, consider the fact that your husband had oddly sort arms too. Big heads and short arms: some of your children are deformed as well.
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