Oh yeah? Try your whining with my 6’4” husband, who has gone thru life banging his head and scraping his knees cramming into a world designed and sized for Asians.
I was at an IKEA once and asked a tall man to reach a package on a high shelf for me. (I’m 5’2”). He did, but then looked at me and said, “It sucks to be short.” and laughed at me.
“Oh yeah? Try your whining with my 6’4†husband, who has gone thru life banging his head and scraping his knees cramming into a world designed and sized for Asians.”
At 6’1” (at one time, I seem to have shrunk an inch over the years) I would continually knock my helmet off entering homes and buildings in SE Asia. I never did learn to duck, and it became somewhat of a joke that I was too dimwitted to remember to duck to the point that some guys would wager if I knocked my helmet off on a particular day.
If I was 6’4” I would have probably been breaking the bridge of my nose on a weekly basis.