He replied, "I wish I had. I am cursed with arms shorter than normal."
"But you have long legs," I offer. He is Dutch and runs to height.
"No, it is an illusion," he protests.
I suggest, "So you can win the mile, but I can eat in boarding houses."
A large, and thankfully good mannered American takes the seat between us, and we pass the rest of the journey in silence.