When you realize you are, in fact, short

I'm 5.4 and I had a guy working for me who was 6.7 and was an amateur boxer.
There was a recall on Vegas that we had to take the windshield out and then the dealer would replace the metal dash section as they were rusting. I always sent Hoss to go pick up the car. He used to curse me. He was a great guy though and considered him my compliant dept. I would stand on a wooden coke crate to talk to him and he would be laughing. We all had a lot of fun