I bought a new scale the other day because I was afraid my old one wasn’t accurate enough. It was pretty old, and it rounded everything to the nearest pound. I wanted something that gave me my weight in decimals, because one hundred and getting fat point five makes me feel so much better than just one hundred and already fat.
I have to say that technology is getting a bit too advanced though. The first time I stepped on my new scale it groaned. Yes, it actually groaned. Then a strained voice emanated from the square machine exclaiming, “What the heck…gasp…this scale is not rated for…gasp…this kind of abuse?!”
I took it back to the store the next day and told the lady it was defective.
