I am six feet tall.
Wait, let me explain. When I was little, my dad was six feet tall. I got it into my head that that was some kind of standard. It seemed a good number. Someday I too would be six feet tall. As I grew older and went to the doctor for my annual physical, I kept an eye on that. I was five-10 by junior high, and sometime around high school I'd apparently peaked at five feet, 11 3/4 inches tall. One-quarter inch shy of six feet. Annoyed the hell out of me. When I went for my physical to get into the Coast Guard, I was 18 years old and stood five 11 3/4". Shit. Clearly, this was it. I would forever have to live with the knowledge that Mother Nature just wasn't willing to give this one to me. I would tell people that I'm six feet tall, I look it, they believe it, but I've always lived with the knowledge and shame that I'm rounding it up.
I still go to the doctor for my annual physical, they check my weight and height, and while the weight fluctuates, the height remains constant. Five eleven and three-quarters. Last year I started having back problems, and my chiropractor couldn't find any subluxation (misaligned vertebrae), and concluded that it was my posture. She gave me one of those big stretchy belts that you put on, tighten up, and walk around standing straight up. It enforced good posture, and had the added benefit of actually feeling pretty good, after the initial pain in the ass of putting it on.
So anyway, at my annual physical the other day, I'm down 26 pounds (yay!), and I'm six feet tall. What? I asked him to check again. Six feet exactly. I stepped off the scale/ruler thing and looked. Six feet exactly. Good posture finally doing the trick? More likely a scale/ruler thing that's slightly out of calibration. But I'll take it. At the tender age of 58, I am officially six feet tall. Achievement! Bonus level unlocked.
Mundane but true!!