While I was at the store, a little girl approached me, asking if I could reach something up on a shelf for her. Mind you, there was only a foot of difference in height between us. Still, I felt so happy; to think that someone thought that I can be useful! I had to attempt several jumps, but I eventually succeeded. But then her mother came over and you know what she told her daughter?

‘Why did you ask such a small person to reach so high? I’m sure they had staff tall enough to assist.’

Oh, my poor pride.