GLAD TO BE A TALL FAT OLD LADY

too shortI know I just bitched and moaned about how being just a bit taller than average is a pain in the ass; but our trip to Bellevue showed me how those extra inches can be a blessing.

The bed in our hotel room was so fucking high! Sitting on the edge, my feet did not touch the floor.

Now this is something I like from time to time, because it makes me feel like a kid. Sitting and being able to swing my feet. However, I have to believe that anyone shorter than me is going to have an adventure getting in and out of this bed. Especially if they happen to be a short fat old lady (or man) or even a short fat young old lady (or man).

Jeez, people. What were they thinking when they made the beds so high?

I have visions of parents on a bed with their children on the floor leaping in an effort to reach safety (after all, we all know the floor is lava).

Or of my short fat maternal grandma making a pre-slumber flying leap.

And then there is the terrifying plummet to the distant floor if, God forbid, you have to get up to pee! (Full bladders and terrifying plummets are not a good combination.)

So if you are tall, I highly recommend the beds at the Bellevue Washington Hyatt. If you’re short, not so much.

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