Roulette scale
191.5 pounds, reported our supposedly fantabulous Wal*Mart roulette scale, Sunday, October 24, 2010.
“Sounds kinna high,” I thought to myself; “but if you say so.”
So I set all the cardio-machines I work out on in the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym to 192 pounds yesterday, October 25, 2010.
That’s three pounds higher than previous.
Finished my workout, I weighed myself on the YMCA medical scale, the one I go by.
184.5, it said.
“That’s more like it,” I thought to myself.
I have been slowly losing weight since working out, and reducing my food intake.
184.5 is still overweight.
A seven pound discrepancy.
Not the first time, but the highest discrepancy ever.
I have a hard time imagining I’d burn off seven pounds while working out.
Maybe two, or at the most three.
Our fantabulous roulette scale was purchased at Mighty Wal*Mart in Canandaigua, which my siblings all tell me is the best store in the entire universe.
And the fact I avoid it proves I’m reprehensible and of-the-Devil.
After all, Jesus shopped Wal*Mart, I was told.
I avoid it because of two bad shopping experiences:
—1) was being kissed by a urine-smelling geezer greeter, and
—2) was being snapped at by two store associates for interrupting their day-long donut break having the awful temerity and unmitigated gall and horrific audacity to ask where something was.
“Wal*Mart has everything!” I’m loudly told by my siblings.
Years ago we tried to find new dish-towels at Wal*Mart, and “Is this all they got?” my wife said. “I thought Wal*Mart had everything!”
Our roulette scale is “Taylor,” but I doubt it was manufactured at their West Ave. plant in nearby Rochester, NY.
“Made in China,” it said.
“Probably by Chinese child prison labor,” I said.
Railroad-trains of double-stacked J.B. Hunt containers pass on the old Pennsylvania Railroad through Altoona, PA (“al-TUNE-uh;” as in the name “Al”).
200 or more per train.
“Probably more product for Wal*Mart,” I say. “Product from China.”
It’s be nice if that scale was accurate, but it’s not.
Often its digital readouts are just plain incredible.
Made in China, and purchased at Wal*Mart, the finest store in the entire universe.
• “Canandaigua” (“cannon-DAY-gwuh”) is a small city nearby where we live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 15 miles away.
• “We” is me and my wife of almost 43 years, “Linda.”
• “Taylor” Instruments, based in Rochester, NY.
• “J.B. Hunt containers” are 53-foot domestic containers, not shippable on container-ships. (Shipping containers [international] are limited to 40 feet.) —The containers can be trailered, once wheels are added. They look like highway trailers.
“Sounds kinna high,” I thought to myself; “but if you say so.”
So I set all the cardio-machines I work out on in the Canandaigua YMCA Exercise-Gym to 192 pounds yesterday, October 25, 2010.
That’s three pounds higher than previous.
Finished my workout, I weighed myself on the YMCA medical scale, the one I go by.
184.5, it said.
“That’s more like it,” I thought to myself.
I have been slowly losing weight since working out, and reducing my food intake.
184.5 is still overweight.
A seven pound discrepancy.
Not the first time, but the highest discrepancy ever.
I have a hard time imagining I’d burn off seven pounds while working out.
Maybe two, or at the most three.
Our fantabulous roulette scale was purchased at Mighty Wal*Mart in Canandaigua, which my siblings all tell me is the best store in the entire universe.
And the fact I avoid it proves I’m reprehensible and of-the-Devil.
After all, Jesus shopped Wal*Mart, I was told.
I avoid it because of two bad shopping experiences:
—1) was being kissed by a urine-smelling geezer greeter, and
—2) was being snapped at by two store associates for interrupting their day-long donut break having the awful temerity and unmitigated gall and horrific audacity to ask where something was.
“Wal*Mart has everything!” I’m loudly told by my siblings.
Years ago we tried to find new dish-towels at Wal*Mart, and “Is this all they got?” my wife said. “I thought Wal*Mart had everything!”
Our roulette scale is “Taylor,” but I doubt it was manufactured at their West Ave. plant in nearby Rochester, NY.
“Made in China,” it said.
“Probably by Chinese child prison labor,” I said.
Railroad-trains of double-stacked J.B. Hunt containers pass on the old Pennsylvania Railroad through Altoona, PA (“al-TUNE-uh;” as in the name “Al”).
200 or more per train.
“Probably more product for Wal*Mart,” I say. “Product from China.”
It’s be nice if that scale was accurate, but it’s not.
Often its digital readouts are just plain incredible.
Made in China, and purchased at Wal*Mart, the finest store in the entire universe.
• “Canandaigua” (“cannon-DAY-gwuh”) is a small city nearby where we live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 15 miles away.
• “We” is me and my wife of almost 43 years, “Linda.”
• “Taylor” Instruments, based in Rochester, NY.
• “J.B. Hunt containers” are 53-foot domestic containers, not shippable on container-ships. (Shipping containers [international] are limited to 40 feet.) —The containers can be trailered, once wheels are added. They look like highway trailers.
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