6M'ly for me was a pseudo-friendly welcome. Paperwork already on its way as I was invited to stand on the scales. A height measuring thingy was fastened to the back of the scales and a sliding bar, all in the same polished wood, slapped down onto my crown. If he caught me on the apex, I was 6' 7" but during the downward deceleration, 4' 6". Okay, a slight exaggeration, but it really was bewildering that the real quite large fluctuations were never picked up by the powers that be.
"Custom, on the first day of every" Nice clear small print on an ivory block zoomed down to my nose. "Good, good, you're better than some of the people 40 years your junior."