A man named Bob was going to bed one night, it was the day before, Sally's birthday, Sally is Bob's wife.
"For my birthday," croaked Sally, " I want something in the driveway that goes 0-360 in a minuet."
When Sally got home from work, she looked in the driveway. There was a flat, square box waiting for her. She opened it. It was a scale.
Bob's been missing since Friday.