One last time

My allergist’s office is closing at the end of this month.

I have been a patient there for almost 28 years. Yesterday afternoon was my last appointment.

On my way out, I did not head straight for the exit. I made a point of paying a visit to the office scale.

Over the years, that scale has been a depressing presence in my life. No matter what our scale at home said, the scale in the allergist’s office always weighed in with a significantly heavier reading. Significantly.

If I was feeling good about my current weight, that scale would wipe the smile off my face.

I have to admit it. It started messing with my mind.

But yesterday afternoon, the scale went easy on me. The reading was not quite so horrific as usual.

Maybe that’s a simple matter of accuracy. I don’t know. Always, in the past, having lost a few pounds did not seem to impress that scale.

I stepped off and looked at it. Had that charitable reading been some sort of parting gift?

All my irrational resentment of the device disappeared. “We’re good,” I told it telepathically.

Hope someone finds it a good home.