SV: but maybe not the way you expect.

reductio_ad_absurdum

I'm addicted to weighing myself I believe. The reason I know this is because I ended up destroying my scale yesterday. After years of giving me worthless information I was finally fed up with him and crushed my evil enemy with the entirety of my power and weight. He lays in pieces at the bottom of a dumpsite somewhere, hopefully writhing in pain. Yet despite my anger I really miss him so much. I find myself constantly going into the bathroom thinking to weigh myself but there's nothing there. I feel a twinge of sadness and guilt now. He was terrible, absolutely terrible at his ONE JOB but he still did it for years without complaint.

Anyways I have a new one I ordered coming soon and hopefully this one will be much more precise.

wannabe1959

Yes, my evil twin of your scale still sits in my bathroom. I have to plan his demise very carefully lest he catch wind of the idea and fight back. .....

Heirgreat

Just got off my evil scale- kicked it and only hurt my toe on its sturdy metal frame-faint heckling laughter arose as I am sadly going off to work-bright side wearing pants I couldn't fit into last month-stupid scale why can't he recognize that victory!