The Giant Hath Arrivedeth

Well, it happened. Proof that the name of this blog isn't just me being self-defeating/funny.

This morning, after ordering just one hell of a BLT from a small shop called Common Ground, it happened. The man behind the counter making the sandwiches asked if he could take a picture with me, as I was the tallest woman that he'd ever seen. 

Yes, this happened, and it's not the first time.

He's from india, and apparently people that look like me are a rarity. Fine. I get it. You're a lucky man that I was in a good mood though. He comes around the counter, gives his phone to the woman who runs the front desk, and stands beside me. She takes the picture, they share a glance at it, and comment to each other about the lighting... of a picture taken on a cell phone... and were looking at each other as though they were contemplating whether to ask me to take another one, you know, so that the giant could be well-lit in the picture that he shares with his family back home in India.

After I finished selling tickets to my next show, I told them that if they needed another, I'm sure that I would be back, but had to get to work.

The silver lining? There was a lot of bacon on my sandwich!