A heavyset gentleman stepped onto the locker room scale. He looked down at the digits, then sighed in disgust and cursed loudly. He raised his head and glowered at the reflection in the mirror. His eyes betrayed his anger at himself, and then expressed a fresh resolve.
As he turned to leave, the guy nodded to an acquaintance passing by.
“See you tomorrow?” his friend asked.
“Naah,” the guy responded. “Maybe Tuesday.”