So, there I was, enjoying life and savoring a beautiful evening, my feet precariously perched upon a scale. As customary before making any large airplane voyage, I decided that I would weigh my luggage (Carry on, in this case) by first weighing myself with the bag and then weighing myself without the bag. It seemed mostly uneventful, my carry on was 28 pounds or so (In other words: If I could somehow manage to fit anything else, I’d be able to fit at least 14 pounds more.) which was well within the weight limit.

But, after doing the quick mental math to figure out the weight of my carry on, I reweighed myself.

… Um… Since when did the freshman 15 become the freshman -7?

I’d have thought that a diet of fried food, southern specialties, soda, and at least a pint of Blue Bell a day would mean that I’d gain weight.