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yeah I know you did not ask!
I am here to tell you, that flapping your arms while standing on the bathroom scales does nothing to lower the maldito numbers displaying on the digital dial of aforementioned monstrosity. Neither does exhaling your breath forcibly, standing on one leg, peeking at the readout from the corner of one eye…
yeah I know you did not ask!
Surely, I am not the only one who sucks in their belly when they step on the scales!!!
I recently had some minor outpatient surgery. I am in the prep room beforehand, and the nurse is taking my vitals. She asked, “How tall are you?”
I responded, “Six feet, two inches.”
She then tells me to step outside the room and step on the scale.
I quipped, “Could I just not tell you my weight like Trump?”
This particular nurse either did not have a sense of humor (although I thought I was outrageously funny), or she was a Trumpster. She said, “Please step on the scale, sir.”
Ironically the scale registered exactly 239 pounds.
The nurse did not quite see the irony, either. Oh well.