dscf2690 One of the attractions in the theme park was a trampoline that you could jump on while suspended on long rubber ropes. The funny thing is, before you got up there, you had to tell the trampoline operator your exact weight, because he had to adjust the tension of the ropes according to your weight: too little tension and you won’t be able to jump high, too much, and you won’t be able to land. Predictably, both my mother and I underestimated our weight, and as a result were unable to jump very high.
The whole weight thing was kind of comical, given the accuracy that was required. It wasn’t enough to estimate your weight to the nearest couple of kilos, like I tried. Seeing that I was unsure, the technician asked: “Are you thin?” (Either he was being polite, or he couldn’t see very well under my bundle of clothes.) Taken aback, I mumbled, “umm… uh… it’s a matter of opinion.” Then he gave me a couple of squeezes around the waist, apparently trying to estimate my body fat percentage. Well, I guess the estimation didn’t work very well.