Hari Seldon, yes, I’m rather offended by that.
WordMan, there’s a couple of things I can think of off the top of my head. One is that if I need help I’ll ask for it, and if I say I’m okay, I don’t need it, I’m serious. So take the grocery store. If I’m looking at a shelf and you ask if I need a hand and I say I don’t, but thanks, let it go. Occasionally people will persist, which does bug, even though it’s well-meant. This goes for pretty much anybody who has some physical difference or disability as far as I know.
The other thing is disciplining your kids for being honestly curious about me. I am not offended by a kid asking me a question, and I don’t mind answering. I love watching them think out “Looks like grownup…short like kid…” but for most explaining that grownups come in all sizes, all the way from super tall basketball players down to me, and most people are in the middle, just like them, is enough of a quick answer. My favorite was a little girl, about four, who asked, “Are you a mommy?” “No, I’m not a mommy, but I am a grown-up, like your mommy.” “Ooooooooooh,” she said. I don’t think she’d run into many women who weren’t moms, so it struck me as a perfectly reasonable question!
Aesiron, no, no family history at all. That’s true for most of us, I think. Look at the Roloffs (on TLC); both Matt and Amy’s families are of average height. It just happens, random mutations. I’m told I’d probably have a 50% chance of passing it on, though.
Nanoda, I can imagine it must be difficult at the other extreme as well! I wish I could get my hands on whoever decided that four or five foot high counters were a good idea. A lot of places will have one lower counter, but it’s almost never open. Banks are particularly bad as far as high counters go. Also, stores that haven’t figured out that the card reader thingies really need to be adjustable. I’ve had to get cashiers to come around and read the damn screens for me on quite a few occasions, because I couldn’t see them.
Clothes are a PITA because I have to get a lot of stuff altered; shirts and pants are always too long. Capris have been helpful, because I have pants I bought that fit right off the shelf. But it depends on how they’re cut because I don’t need the crotch down by my knees either.
I can’t think of a particularly annoying thing people say. Most people don’t say anything; sometimes I can tell they really want to but think it’d be rude. Kids are the ones that usually come out and say something.