Yesterday, my friend G held a little cookie event for a classmate of ours who had been in a terrible automobile accident. This particular classmate is very tall, and had just gotten some rather obnoxious news from the insurance company of the hitter (he was the hittee) via his lawyer and spent a good amount of cookie time fuming and turning magenta.
As G and I walked out to the parking lot afterwards, we found ourselves walking behind Prof. PCI. G commented that she felt very bad for our classmate, and I remarked, "Yeah, I just want to give him a hug, but he's so tall and angry," at which point Prof. PCI (who is rather tall in his own right) turned around and gave us a questioning look, forcing me to clarify, "Oh, no, no. Not you, sir," to which he responded, "Oh, okay, good. I was wondering."
I really wish I could control my volume more effectively, but at least now Prof. PCI doesn't have to wonder whether (a) I think he is tall and angry or (b) I want to hug him.