From time to time, I realize that something I have “always” known is actually not known to some number of people because they haven’t had the benefit of being tall.
The two that prompted this post:
Handle-type door knobs can be turned both ways. (Some people don’t know this! But when you’re tall, it is often easier to pull the handle up than to rotate it down.)
The top of your refrigerator is very dusty.
I’m a tall person. One thing I know is that I know that I’m tall. I know it because people keep informing me. I wish they’d stop, because I know it already.
You also know how the weather is up there.
We can also spot each other in a crowd easily.
Standing in the general admission area in concerts will really hurt the back of your head due to crowd surfers.
A very tall friend of mine informed me that he can’t wear his motorcycle helmet in the house. He tried it once and slammed his head into a door jamb.
I am pretty tall - for a woman - almost 6’
Tall people know that they can sit or stand anywhere at a concert and usually see OK.
Tall people know what it is in the back of that top cabinet.
Tall people know where to buy jeans with inseams longer than 34"
Good thing he had his helmet on.
How totally crappy flights over two hours are.
I know that the top of the door moulding is quite dusty.
I know the sign in the parking garage that says “Maximum clearance 6’6"” is mounted at least and inch low.
I know your hair is thinning out juuuust a bit up top.
There’s a HUGE blindspot behind the rearview mirror.
Ohhh my GHODDD…so true. And how absolutely well-spent that $45 is for the extra leg room really is.
Tall people know that, when shopping for pants in a discount or thrift store (where there will be lots of unsorted sizes on a rack together), you can just lean over and look for the ones that are dragging in the dust of the floor and select them to try on, because they are the only ones that might possibly be long enough.
That a lot men under 5’8 don’t have anything nice to say to me, and men under 5’5 will snub me or make mean comments about my height.
That one reason we all hang together is that we can see each other over cubicle walls, so we just naturally greet each other several more times per week than we do everyone else.
That low sinks are a pain in the lower back.
That dishwashers should be installed on the counter, not under it.
That drop ceilings are a creation of Beelzebub.
That your blouse is open wayyyyyyy too far!!
Standard doors in modern buildings are 80 inches.
Old buildings have no standards of any kind.
Doctors don’t stitch head wounds, they staple them.
If you ask me to get something from a high shelf “while I’m up here” I’m going to ask you to blow me “while you’re down there.”
I don’t drive everywhere because I’m cheap, I’d just rather spend 10 hours in my own car than 90 minutes on a plane.
I’m only average height, but my partner is very tall. He knows:
The joy and necessity (and expense) of flying First Class.
How to sleep diagonally on a bed.
Sometimes it’s easier to kneel, to talk with a short person.
No hospital bed is long enough.
A whole lot of straight women and gay men want to have sex with him.
You need more than just height to play great basketball.
A lot of people only know him as “that really tall skinny guy.”
Short man syndrome.
Well of course chicks love tall guys, I love being 6’2"!
I know that taking a bath sounds like a fantastic idea, but that every time I try it, it turns out to not be such a great thing.
I know that I can brush my teeth on my knees more comfortably than I can standing up.
I know that the push bars and door handles on most store/restaurant/casino doors are far too low for me to use.
I know they don’t build cars good gas mileage that I can sit in comfortably.
I know now that most people do not sleep diagonally or with their head jammed against the headboard and their feet hanging off the bed.
I know not to even bother trying to buy long sleeve shirts.
I know that seeing someone under 6’ tall sitting in an airplane exit row seat makes me want to say and do things that society would consider inappropriate.
I know that I have to duck down in order to rinse me head in the shower.
You have a very good view of whatever you’re cooking on the stove top.
Whenever I use our big pot, I can only see half of what’s going on inside it while I’m cooking. I have to stand on tippy-toe to get a proper view inside. 
I know that the busses in Hong Kong are built for people under 5’10" (or were when I was there).
I know that most stores don’t stock 30W34L jeans, and some brands don’t even make them.
I know how awesome it is to dance with tall girls 
I know when the damn cat leaves paw prints on top of the fridge.
I now know that compared to some of you, I’m not even that tall…