They have been on the market for years but every time I see
an advertisement for them, I shudder. There’s no way those things would ever
get past the front door in my house. I might even shoot the mailman if he tried
to leave one on the porch.
Back when they first came out I thought about buying one,
especially when my eyesight got bad enough I had to squint to see the numbers
on Mama’s old bathroom scales. But hey, if I can’t see them, they can be
anything I want, right?
The first time I actually saw them in a kiosk at the mall, the notion to buy one of the things did enter my mind.
I’d just polished off a Hawaiian Chicken dinner at my favorite oriental
restaurant and then dropped in to visit with the folks at the Braums store for
a double fudge banana split. Before bedtime I intended to have that last donut under the cake
dome for a night snack.
This
is what I imagined would happen if I did break down and buy one…
The next morning I would stagger into the bathroom, praying
the whole way that the new scales would be nice and lie to me. No need to find
my glasses because no numbers appear on the new fangled scales. It talks to me.
It whispers my weight and I can pretend I didn’t hear it right.
In the picture I'd conjured up it chuckled when I took off my robe and removed every hair
pin from my hair. It giggled when I inhaled and let every drop of air out of my
lungs before I raised a foot.
“Step right up here and prepare to blush.” The thing said in
a loud booming voice before I even touched it.
I gingerly set one foot down on the glass surface. “Oh. My.
Goodness. You sure pigged out last night didn’t you? I will have to adjust the
balance to get a good weight on you this morning.”
I grabbed the edge of the vanity and put the other foot on
the scale. It had the audacity to grunt.
“I know what you are doing.” The voice sing-songed. “Okay,
everything is in place. You are five pounds heavier than…”
In the scenario playing out in my mind, I jumped off the
thing and threw it against the wall before it could announce that horrible
number to my whole family on the other side of the bathroom door.
It whined as it hit the floor. “I’m programmed to tell the
truth. Don’t throw me away.”
At which time I shook my finger and yelled at the thing. “I’m not programmed to accept the
truth. I’m going back to Mama’s old scales that always weighs me fifteen pounds
light and never says a word when I hang on to the cabinet. You are going to the
dumpster.”
Scenario completed. Scales were never bought. And I never
want one of those wicked things. If any of my children bring them into my
house, I will rewrite my will. My eyesight might be bad but my hearing is acute
and I do not want to hear what that evil thing designed in the devil’s back
forty of hell has to say to me.
My digital scales are not working right, so this morning I weighed 0! I love those scales after my birthday binge! I may not replace the batteries!
ReplyDeleteMine did that a while back and I didn't change the batteries for a week...best week ever!!!
DeleteA scale that talks...that is scary!!!! I threw out my scale three years ago, it's counter productive when i'm trying to lose weight.
ReplyDeleteI like mine if it starts to climb I start to cut back again. I M still overweight NB it don't want to go higher
ReplyDeleteI like mine if it starts to climb I start to cut back again. I M still overweight NB it don't want to go higher
ReplyDeleteI like mine if it starts to climb I start to cut back again. I M still overweight NB it don't want to go higher
ReplyDeleteI was always small growing up but I guess my daddy's side of the family has kicked in! Short and wide! I will never own a pair of scales digital or voice activated! They always lie! I guess if God wanted me to be skinny I'd be skinny otherwise I'm going to enjoy life!
ReplyDeleteNope. No talking scales for me. The devil's handmaiden, they are.
ReplyDeleteWell done :D
ReplyDeleteTalking scales! OMG if you are going to have a talking scale then you should be able to input your information in, tell it if you are a woman or a man and when you step on it, it should say Hello beautiful! And if you lost weight, it should tell you Good work, keep it up, you can do it. And if you happen to gain, it should tell you ok, so you had a bad week, you can do it, I have faith in you. Today is a new day. And if you are a man, you can either program it to say nothing but your weight or you can program it to say hey, you handsome devil and if you lost weight it should tell you how good you look and if you gain, it can give you a pep talk. Now this I like, other wise no thank you. We have too much in the world telling us we are not the right weight, too tall, too short, too dark, too light, we certainly don't need a talking scale making us feel bad about ourselves.
ReplyDeleteROFLOL now I have to figure out how to get off the floor! Can you imagine if you get to your ideal body weight and you step on it and it says, "Oh baby baby I like that". If my scale could talk, I think I would want it to either have a grand sense of humor or be sexy in verse, or maybe both!
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