A Stupid Call By Any Metric, Part 4

, , , , , | Right | March 26, 2021

I am an Australian working in a bar and restaurant in a ski town in British Columbia. Lots of tourists come through, and this particular one is an American man around fifty years old. I am mildly hungover and have just walked into work.

Tourist: “What do you have on tap?”

He is standing in front of the fourteen taps and ignoring the drink menu on the counter.

Me: “What are you looking for? IPA? Pale ale? Lager?”

Tourist: “Lager.”

Me: “We have this one from Vancouver, or this one which is brewed locally, just eight k’s down the road.”

K is standard slang for kilometres in a metric country.

Tourist: “Eight what?”

Me: “Eight kilometres.”

Tourist: “What?”

I speak slowly, as my Australian accent can admittedly throw Americans sometimes.

Me: “Eight kilometres.”

The tourist gives up trying to figure out what I was saying.

Me: “Here’s a sample.”

I slide him across a taster.

Tourist: “That’s fine. I’ll have one of those.”

I pour the beer and ring it up.

Me: “$8.10, please.”

Tourist: “Is that in dollars?”

Me: “Yes, Canadian dollars.”

Tourist: “What is it in American dollars?”

Me: “Do you know where you are, sir?”

Tourist: *Indignantly* “Yes.”

Me: “Well, that is why it is in Canadian.”

He paid and walked off in a huff. I could have been more delicate, but guess what? Things change when you cross international borders!

Related:
A Stupid Call By Any Metric, Part 3
A Stupid Call By Any Metric, Part 2
A Stupid Call By Any Metric

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