My husband has a perfect, streamlined, lean figure and, of course, did not smash the scales by standing on them.
He is, however, terrible when he's sleepy. Getting up from bed to go to the toilet last night, he accidently kicked the scales. I don't know WHAT he was dreaming as he sleep-walked/not-quite-awake-walked! He's nearing his mid-30s, but I think he still has fantasies of making it into the Liverpool squad. Coaching the football at CfC yesterday may have refreshed these ideas.
There are particles of glass everywhere!