My husband and I just got back from one of my favorite little cities,Charleston, SC. Even though we had a good time I would never again stay at the same hotel. This particular hotel sucked all the fun out of my visit. This hotel wanted to hold me personally responsible for what I ate. How did they do it? They had a scale in the bathroom! Yes, you read correctly. The nerve! Nothing takes the fun out of a vacation than having to watch what you eat. Isn’t the point of a vacation to break your diet and complain about it afterward? I weigh myself when I’m home, I don’t want to do it when I’m on vacation.

Instead of a scale in the bathroom there should have been a plunger. Why a plunger? We’ve been to so many Mom and Pop motels when our kids were young that we learned from experience to pack a plunger for vacations. Yes, in the trunk, next to the suitcases is the plunger. When you stay at a place where Mom gives you the evil eye your third time requesting the plunger you realize it’s time to buy your own. When the maintenance man has to call for backup to unclog the bowl you know it’s time to buy your own. When the maid gives you a pair of rubber gloves and tells you, “Clean it yourself,” you know it’s time to buy your own. When Pop gives you the plunger as a memento of your trip you know it’s time to buy your own.

Thinking back to Charleston I realize I should have taken the plunger and beaten the crap out of the scale. Really, a scale in the bathroom!

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