I can't resist a scale: In the grocery store, in a friend's bathroom, I even stumbled across one in the hallway at the college where I teach. I always hop on and see if anything has changed, but they all seem to be unanimous in the number they select. There's something exciting about hopping on a scale, almost like scratching off the numbers on a lottery ticket. You jump on and wait while the dial or the digital numbers spin and you try to guess where the numbers will stop. For a moment, it seems like a miracle could have taken place and the scale will reward you with a new number.
Damn those scales. I kinda love and hate 'em.