In a previous post I told you all that I had been called a giraffe once and that I would tell you the story at another time.  Well now is the time, you want to hear it, here it goes…lol

One night many years ago, probably almost ten years ago, my friend Kisha and I were headed to a club in downtown San Diego.  We were driving around for about fifteen minutes looking for a parking space when I was pulled over by a police officer. He told me he pulled me over because I stopped at a green light and turned on a red light….lol He then asked if I had been drinking and  asked to see my  driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance. As I handed him the documents, my friend Kisha told him, “no she doesn’t even drink” and I  told him, “no, that I didn’t drink and we haven’t even made it in to the club yet, we were looking for a parking space”  (which was true, I was just a very bad driver at the time…lol).  As he looked at my driver’s license he asked, “are you really 6’4″ tall?” and I could have sworn I saw him look down at my legs in the car…lol and I said, “yes” and smiled. While we were sitting Kisha and I noticed a parking space up ahead and lets just say I wasn’t very good  at parallel parking either, it would take me a couple of tries to get into the space…lol.  The police officer let us go without giving me a ticket and on top of that he stopped traffic behind us flashing his lights, giving me time to finagle my way into the parking spot…lol Once we were safely parked, he turned his lights off and waved as he drove past us.

I was feeling good, being tall and pretty had gotten me out of a ticket and an escort of sorts into a parking space. So this in my opinion was the start to what would be a great night.  So I thought.  We proceeded to walk to the club. I had on a “respectable” short skirt…lol, a cute little top and some wedge sandals that were probably about three inches high.  This would have been a night that I would have been asked the model question, instead of the basketball one…lol So I was really tall, confident and if I do say so myself, I looked darn cute! We had some cat calls as we were walking and when we arrived at the club entrance the bouncer checking I.D.’s even proceeded to flirt, not wanting to give me my ID back.  So by this time I think my head (ego) was getting a bit big… lol It was a bit late by this time, probably somewhere around 11:30 pm.  When we walked into the club a woman was doing a stand up comedy routine.  As we walked past and we were in the back she said something to the effect, “Are the gates open at the zoo, I think I see a giraffe!” …lol I kid you not.   She then continued on and said something like, “I do, look” and pointed in my direction.  Everyone turned around and looked.  I could have died on the spot, I was mortified. Everyone was staring at me and there was nowhere for me to go or hide. My big head/ego was quickly deflated. The audience turned around and looked in the direction she pointed to.  Of course their eyes fell on me. If I could have just melted into the floor from their stares I would have.  I was so embarrassed. All I could do was just wait for the laughter, but to my surprise, there was none they didn’t laugh and quite frankly didn’t find it funny at all, they started to boo her. She then said what and tried to crack another joke, but they weren’t having it.

At this time my friend grabbed my hand and we went to the lady’s room. She told me, “friend I’m so sorry”.  I could tell she felt my pain.  She asked if I wanted to leave and at the time I didn’t know what I wanted to do.  I did want to leave but that would  require me walking out of the lady’s room and past all of those people again.  At the time I just wanted to stay in the bathroom until the club closed and everyone left.  I started to curse my darn three-inch wedges in my head.  I second guessed myself.  I thought maybe if I would have just worn some lower heel shoes maybe she wouldn’t have noticed me. Right?! Ummm…probably would not have made any difference, I know…lol But as we were standing in the lady’s room. Women kept coming up to me telling me how beautiful I was and how they admired my height.  They apologized for her ignorance and as more approached us, I was able to muster up the courage to walk out of the lady’s room. When we walked out I still had my head hung a bit low though, my self-esteem for that night had plummeted greatly.

The comedian walked up to me after her routine and she apologized.  She said something about only joking…blah, blah, blah, that I was gorgeous…blah, blah blah and that she had a sister who was a teenager and already six feet tall so she knew how it was.  I was thinking to myself no you don’t, because if you knew how it was you would have never done what you did, for the sake of a joke. Because you would have known the hurt and embarrassment  it caused and I don’t think you would have wished that on your sister.  Looking back I really wish I would have said this to her instead of just smiling and acting like it was okay.  That is my biggest regret of the evening, more so than wearing my three-inch wedges…lol I don’t regret wearing them because I was a darn cute giraffe I tell you…lol So after all of that we decided to stay and from what I remember I think we managed to salvage the last hour or so of the evening and enjoyed our time there.  As I look back on this horrific event I can now laugh.   When I used to tell this story to my close friends and family I would laugh, but also tear up when repeating the incident.  Not because I was sad, but when I repeat the story it makes me laugh because it is kind of funny but at the same time it was devastatingly embarrassing. It was more like can you believe what happened to me.  It was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. Well besides bumping my head on an overhang and nearly knocking myself out on a public street…lol yes that’s another story I’ll share at another time….lol

You see being really tall has a lot of advantages, but it does come with some negatives every now and again but hey that’s life and nobody’s life is perfect.  We all have had embarrassing moments.  I believe it is moments like these that make us a bit stronger and kind of help us keep a certain perspective in life and grounded.  Remember I told you my head was getting a bit big, maybe I did need to be deflated  a little, who knows.

So the moral of this story is that there will be times when you feel like you are on cloud nine and you are the most amazing thing God created on this planet, but there are also people who will try to steal that from you, they may want the attention that you garner naturally and use you as a tool to try to capture it for themselves.  They may have low self-esteem and it makes them feel better by tearing you down. There are ignorant people who may not necessarily mean you harm, but they do. On the other side of the coin there are people who will help lift you up, come to your aid when you need assistance and friends who will hold your hand and be by your side when you need them the most. It all needs to be taken in stride. you just have to remember that you are who you believe yourself to be.  Don’t let anyone steal your joy. I wanted to fade away and just hide out in a stall in that bathroom, but my spirit was much too strong for that. 🙂

P.S. I think Giraffe’s are some of the most beautiful, amazing and unique animals on earth. 😉

Thank you so much for reading!