Bet all the guys wolf whistle when you climb on the scales.
Anyways, the topic is "lying to fat people" - I'm married, I'm great at this!
Climb? Oh no dear, they weigh the flat bet of a truck, then when I'm dropped by forklift onto it, they subtract the weight of truck and get my number.
It's such an ordeal, thank God it's only once a year.
I'm no longer married. It's much better being being a free agent.