Some years ago a few of us decided to go skydiving. When we booked they asked for our weights. I didn't like to admit I weighed 84kg especially as the person booking was tiny and slim.
On the day I had a ball and almost forgot about my weight. Despite being married, being strapped to a handsome, athletic man didn't seem a bad idea. Well we made the jump. Exhilirating. Free fall. Wow. Having a go at controlling the chute on the way down, what an experience!
After our landing, which was fast but fine, the Skydiver commented that we had come in faster than he expected, he sounded a bit disconcerted.
A few days later at home, we found out our bathroom scales we wrong. The more you weighed the more wrong they were. For my thin son it was out by 5kg for me 10kg.
Boy am I lucky the Skydiver was experinced having made more than 2000 jumps. I weighed 94kg not 84! We could have really landed in a heap.