So I find myself typing out another quick blog posting on my beloved Palm Treo – being once again without a book (or an e-book). This time I’m at the arena, way early for my hockey game due to (a) the innate ability I have to leave early for anywhere I need to go on the assumption that travel will be awful/the bus will be late/my co-op car won’t be there/etc. only on those instances when traffic is non-existent/the bus is exactly on time/my co-op car is exactly where it should be when I get there/etc., and (b) the fact that I drive fast.
This time, I give you a list of the reasons why it’s great to be short:
- you can fit your hockey sticks in the trunk without having to put the seat down
- the big bruiser of a defencewomen thinks she can knock you over, but your lower centre of gravity foils her evil plan
Yup, that’s pretty much the only benefits of being short.