Life is tough when you're only an inch tall. True, you can use your soap dish for harbor crossings, but think of all the disadvantages. No matter how far I move the seat forward I can never touch the accelerator. I always have to take a friend along to work the pedals while I run back and forth across the steering wheel. Aside from taking an hour to parallel park, I think it works out fairly well. Of course this hasn't stopped my car insurance rates from going up. I told them, "look at my driving record, it's clean!" But they insist that not being able to see over the dashboard puts me in a higher risk category. What a load of crap!
And when i get home from a hard day at work I still have problems. Forget about using my house key! I've got to limbo under the front door. There's some windows I haven't been able to close in days. I hope to God the pigeons never notice. I've got issues with pigeons. And don't even get me started on my sister's cat!