I wanted sweets from the old days of big glass jars in the corner shop, so I bought aniseed balls and cola cubes online, because they are no where in my sleepy town.
I only briefly glanced at the weights and assumed they were about right, and in my giddy, pre sugared state I glossed over the price.
Imagine my surprise when I got a kilo of each.
I have eaten so many aniseed balls everything tastes like medicine, which I also quite like.
I’m in Canada and while the metric system came in before I started school (barely), I still think a lot in Imperial. All the roads in my area are set up on a 1x2 mile grid, so anything local is in miles, while going to the nearest city is in km, and going to a far city is in hours.
Outside temperature is in C, inside temperature is in F because that’s what the thermostat reads still. Some things make sense to me in inches and feet, some in cm and meters. My weight I think of in lbs, but the weight of a truck or something makes sense in kg.
If I’m driving a tractor it’s mph, and if I’m driving my truck it’s km/h, and I’ve never made sense of L/100km for fuel efficiency, because the number should go UP if something is more fuel efficient, dammit, even if I do have to convert to liters to make the amount of fuel I put in make sense.
Dammit, now I have a headache…