Yes, this is my bathroom scale.  And let me tell you, I really wish I had had it this morning at my visiting teaching appointment.

My partner Antje and I went to visit Sis. S for the first time.  Sis. S is a single lady in her 50's that speaks a little English, but not much, so our visit was happening in German.  I can usually follow most of what is said as long as I concentrate really hard, so I was sitting there using every one of my brain cells to understand the get-to-know-you chit-chat of a typical first visit.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Sis. S stops talking, looks me full in the face and asks, in English, "Jill, what do you weigh?"  I sat there and sputtered for a bit, both in shock at being abruptly addressed in English and at the audacity of the question.  Still in shock, I responded with my approximate weight in pounds. 

 "No," she said, "in kilos!"

Well, I don't know my weight in kilos, and I'm not smart enough to do the conversion when my brain is already tired from trying to understand German.  So, I told her I don't know.  This did not satisfy Sis. S, and she briskly motioned for me to stand up from my chair.  Thinking she wanted to look at me and make a ball park guess, I hesitantly stood up and faced her.

The next thing I know, Sis. S has swooped in and wrapped her arms around me.  Then, she PICKED ME UP, set me down, and positively announced my weight in kilos.  I couldn't do anything but stand there and blink, while my partner Antje sat there and laughed and laughed.

I think this qualifies as the weirdest visiting teaching visit I've ever made.