Al-u-minium

by Joy Monger

My foreign pen pal always uses farenheit when discussing temperatures in emails (believe me, it comes up more often than you think).

I know he uses celsius in real life like the rest of the civilized people of the world but he converts everything to farenheit for me. Like it’s no big deal. And he never rubs my nose in the fact that I can’t convert to metric or spell colour or flavour like the Queen, or find Luxembourg on a map.

If I could covert kilos to tons in my head I would be throwing it in everyone’s face all day. “1 pint to 2 cups; booooyah!”

Friends who do conversions for other friends and don’t even brag about it make me happy.

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