Weighing Machine

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Especially when it comes to weighing machines, there's nobody more concerned about the result than a female who has just deposited her penny in the slot. Unless it's the male tub of lard who was on the scale when I got there.

This happened last Wednesday after school. I was passing the drugstore and just happened to have a penny on me. Tuesday was payday. So I approached the weighing machine and, like I said, this brewery horse was stomping on the spring.

And when he saw his weight on the little card, he looked around the drugstore, then made tracks for a sign saying, girdle department. I calmly stepped aboard, and when my card came out, I glanced casually at my weight.

Chuckles, as if to say, how much accuracy can you expect for a cent. And it's just about to throw the card away when I noticed my fortune printed on the back. It said, a tall, dark man is coming into your life.

Then of course I did drop the card. It landed in my purse, and I proceeded on home. By the next morning, I'd forgotten as usual I'd left word for Mrs. Davis my landlady to wake me at 7.30.

Tony, what is it? There's a hurry, Tony. You've only got 20 minutes. 20 minutes? What time is it? Seven ten, and he's only got 20 minutes to sleep. Oh, fine. Well, come on in Mrs. Davis.