My father in law takes great joy in taking the piss out of me being short; he’s 6’7″ tall.
I find it funny because there’s not much in general life that I struggle with due to my height.
He, on the other hand struggles to find clothes that fit, shoes that fit, cars that he can get comfortable in (watching him unfold himself from my Wife’s Ford Ka was always amusing), has to watch his head through certain doorways and in confined spaces, can’t fit in a normal sized bed and really struggles to fit into budget airline seats, seats on coaches etc.
Admittedly, he can change a bulb without fetching a chair to stand on so I am quite bitter & twisted about that.