Tru story. Walked into the kitchen on a Saturday morning and my then co-habitor was standing on the counter next to the sink reaching into the cabinet above the fridge.
Me : what are you doing?
Her: I'm getting the Bisquick to make pancakes. Why the hell is it up here?
Me: I have no idea.
Who ya gonna call? Your tall friends!
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Anyway, true story; I use to live with my grandma (5’4”) and whenever she couldn’t reach something she’d call me to get. I’m 5’10” but with work boots/ tennis I’m 6’0”. It was cute, here she was always settling up a little stool for me so I can reach her item. I’d move the stool out of the way, and just grab the item. Then she would laugh and say, “Oh you are so tall, my dear little sh*t-bird!” She was only teasing me. So I’d say, “I’d be nice if I was you; I’ll put you on top of the fridge.”
Sometimes she’d say,”Just you try it.” So I’d grab her and pretend I was going to do it till she took back what she said.
Try to escape while you are still on the ground, this is getting intense.
Me : what are you doing?
Her: I'm getting the Bisquick to make pancakes. Why the hell is it up here?
Me: I have no idea.
.
Anyway, true story; I use to live with my grandma (5’4”) and whenever she couldn’t reach something she’d call me to get. I’m 5’10” but with work boots/ tennis I’m 6’0”. It was cute, here she was always settling up a little stool for me so I can reach her item. I’d move the stool out of the way, and just grab the item. Then she would laugh and say, “Oh you are so tall, my dear little sh*t-bird!” She was only teasing me. So I’d say, “I’d be nice if I was you; I’ll put you on top of the fridge.”
Sometimes she’d say,”Just you try it.” So I’d grab her and pretend I was going to do it till she took back what she said.