Walking Tall

I got on the elevator this morning with a well-built black man in a worn t-shirt. I said good morning, he nodded hello, then regarded me for a moment.

"Hey, man, how tall are you?"

"Six foot two," I said.

He scrunched his brow. "Nah, you must be taller than that."

I smiled, got that faraway, dreamy look in my eyes, and said, "Only when I'm wearing heels."

The next few floors passed by in complete silence.