In '72 I "interviewed" with a US Navy (Flight) Commander for a position as a Navy fighter pilot. As I walked in, he said nothing and just shook his head. He said, "nope...no way. You can fly for us but not in a fighter jet. You'll never fit. It's not like a car where you can adjust the seats?"
I said but "I can drive a 427 Cobra...I just stick over the top a little". He just smiled and said, "I heard a lot of good things about you, you still interested and handed me a pen." He out ranked me so I couldn't say anything like, "hey, I don't want to fly the mail truck"? Smartass that I am, I almost said it too? Jee-se!
He was tall too but slight like Shelby, Jimmy Stewart type. Typical of US pilots at the time.
You could see me and McCain duking it out right? Just as well? I'd be trouble. Seasickness...you know?