I had a strange encounter with a little old woman today. I stood outside a restaurant smoking and she stood nearby, observing me. At some point she said “You’re pretty tall. You’re 190 cm tall, aren’t you?” I replied I’m 177 cm tall. She kept observing, looking sulky and then pointed a finger at me and seemed to count in a low voice, her finger moving up one notch at a time toward my head. I suppose she counted how many heads taller than her I was. She looked me in the eyes, I smiled, she started counting again! Then she added, almost to herself “young ones these days are way taller than us.” I put out my cigarette and slipped away.