When you are the by far the tallest guy in the room, on the truck, or at the work site, you see things from a slightly different perspective. Like, I'm always the first guy to get whacked in the face with a tree branch when we're careening down the mountain roads. Like I'm always the guy who has to stretch up and drill the roof without a ladder. Like I'm the only one whose feet hang over the bunk bed mattress. Oh the inconveniences of a tall guy in a tiny country.
Thanks Amanda for making my post, now you are forcing me to make my own which I will attempt to do.
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