Since birth, I’ve been exceptionally tall. Once during a pedicure, when I pulled my foot out of the water, the esthetician asked if my parents fed me elephant milk as a child.
My height has given me a built-in conversation starter. When meeting someone new, I have to explain first that, no, I don’t play basketball. When we move on to my name, things don’t get easier. I go by “Mary Gray.” And no one (except for natives of about four Southeastern states) understands why you would have two first names.
My height and name mean two things. First, I talk to a lot of random people. Second, I have a unique perspective. That’s what strategy is all about, right?
Or treat yourself to 27 minutes of music from my favorite band in the world.