I was at Armando’s eating a late lunch or early dinner when I needed to use the restroom. I excused myself from the table and walked towards the restroom. I came upon a door that was slightly ajar and I proceeded to slowly open it since I saw the light was on.
I encountered a man who finishing up and I said “Excuse me,” and closed the door.
A moment later a shorter man, around 5’5, stumbled out and mumbled something about it being okay. He then looked up and exclaimed “Jeez you’re tall! What are you like 6’5?”
I chuckled and replied, “No, more like 6’2.”
He inquired, “Are you a basketball player?”
“Not anymore, I used to though,” I said while attempting to close the door.
“My son is 6’5! He’s going to be a big time ball player,” the man countered.