I came home from yeshiva one day and my mother says, “Quick Avi, get up against the wall”. Before I had a chance to ask what was going on she moved me to the wall and told me to wait there while she gets a tape measure.
She comes back a minute later and says, “don’t move while I measure you”.
“Uh,can you explain what’s going on?” I asked.
“Yeah, Mrs. ______ called to suggest a girl but the girl only wants a boy that’s over 5’7″ tall”
“Darling Mom?”
“Yes”
“If you’re 5’8″ and I’m a few inches taller, don’t you think I’m tall enough?” (My Mom for sure knows inequalities, right?)
“She made me promise that I’d measure you as soon as you got home, so I had to”.
(According to the shadchan the girl was short but looking for a tall boy, since that was the only thing she cared to ask we did not pursue the shidduch.)