Imagine how badly I wanted to scream like a little biotch, pick up the scale & throw it through the wall of windows, when the weight scale at Bally's said that I gained 4 lbs in less than a week! All of the discipline & self-control over food for what? I've sweated buckets on the treadmill & elliptical machines, only to GAIN weight???....WTF!!!???
After about 15 seconds of my mental freaking out & it occurs to me that, just maybe, the calibration of the scale was off....so I set the scale to zero, and yes, thank you Jebus, some asshat had adjusted the scale by several pounds. I tried to adjust it back, but the damn thing wasn't cooperating. So at this point, I clapped my hands & shouted: "Oy, Shop boy!" I called the guy at the front desk over for help.
The guy that comes over is probably barely a day over 18 (with a body that is nothing short of amazing), and is a mouth breather. I was so tempted to reach up and fondle his rather plump package and close his mouth. I explained to him what's wrong with the scale and he tells me: "dude, all the scales are like that.....it's to allow for the weight of the heavy metal part that you stand on.".....I disagreed & he continued to try to convince me that he's right.....after a quick look around the lobby, I see that it's just the 2 of us.
He won't listen to reason and frankly, with him standing so close to me, bulging in all the right places, I'm getting a little turned on.....so I decide to thank him for his 'help' and head on home....I should probably wait until the end of the week to weigh in anyway.
As I make my way toward my car, I can't help but wonder: Why are the pretty ones always dumb as hell?