I went to see S last week.
I went upstairs and ran into the bathroom when I got there because my coffee ran right through me.
I closed the door and saw a scale,
I stood on it.
As soon as my foot stepped down, the scale made a “clicking” noise. I put the other foot on. “Click”. I knew S would hear. I wondered if she would say anything.
And this is why I love her.
“GET OFF THE SCALE!”
I yelled from the other side of the door, “What did you expect?!”
It’s like putting an alcoholic in a beer store.