Another Long-Tall-Sally adventure

—“No thank you,” said Long-Tall-Sally, the store-employee manning self check-out at my supermarket.
I call her that because she’s over six feet tall and extremely skinny. She also has a booming voice.
She has many things to make her feel poorly about herself; I wouldn’t dare call her “Long-Tall-Sally” to her face. It’s just that I don’t know her name, and I don’t wanna hurt her feelings.
I was trying to give her a small piece of paper on which I had written the web-address to a magazine-article I thought she might be interested in. It was about how life was tough for tall girls.
She looked a little distraught. “But thanks anyway for caring,” she added.
I have a hunch she actually believed I felt badly about noticing her tallness earlier.
Yrs Trly is a “liberal” (GASP), a “bleeding-heart Liberal” (double-gasp), as labeled by my tub-thumping CONSERVATIVE REPUBLICAN sister who died of cancer a while ago.
“That’s okay,” I would say. “If your bosses don’t want you accepting anything from customers, DON’T DO IT!
In fact,” I’d add; “if I’m making you nervous, DON’T DO THAT EITHER. I don’t wanna make you nervous.”
She looked pained. Our eyes met again later and it looked like she wanted to say something to me.
Here she comes!
“Did I forget something? I asked. She was carrying something I mighta forgotten.
No, I think she just wanted to make sure I didn’t go away angry. “Stiff me will-ya? Why I oughta…….”
A few years ago I attended a birthday party for an 80-year-old aunt, and reconnected with a long-lost cousin — hadn’t seen her in eons.
“You were the guy who made me feel a lot better about myself,” she exclaimed.
“That was 50-60 years ago,” I said.
“And I haven’t forgotten!” she commented.
I suppose my sordid childhood makes me more forthcoming with the downtrodden.
The other day, per COVID-19, I bopped Long-Tall-Sally on the arm to let her know I liked her.
Do it! Let ‘er know!
“I don’t care how loud or tall you are; I like you.
You recognized me, and I recognized you, and you said hello to me.
We can talk, so let's do it! Happy to you see ya!
What matters is what’s between the ears!
If being tall makes you feel bad, maybe I can make you feel better.
And if I make you nervous, I will leave you alone.
Someday some dude is gonna marry you, if you're not married already.
And it won’t be me, since I’m probably old enough to be your grandfather.
Having been downtrodden myself — the lifelong scumbag — I’ll feel better about myself I can make you feel better about yourself.”

“Long-Tall-Sally” is a hit by Little Richard from the ‘50s.