Kito bought a bathroom scale the other day. I'm pretty sure it underestimates the user's weight by about five pounds, but I am willing to live with the error because it's in my favor. It was a different story when I stepped on the scale at the gym and it posited a number eight pounds heavier than the one I am accustomed to. In that case, I wouldn't rest until the truth was uncovered. Fortunately, my loud protestations drew the attention of another gym member who told me that the scale has been broken for months and that it overshoots one's actual weight by about ten pounds. I of course instantly opted to believe this random stranger because, again, doing so was in my favor.
In short, I no longer have any idea what I weigh, but I sure hope self-preserving delusions are light because I'm harboring plenty.
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My review of Genesis Theatrical Productions' From Generation to Generation is in this week's Time Out Chicago.
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