One Big Happy by Rick Detorie for March 22, 2022

Even if you’re like me Joe single. You’ll still need to do a little shopping now and then.

Not even to get a fancy sports car?

You just need to know how to estimate and compare. A liter is just over a quart, for instance.

And no one buys that much mango juice.

You have about as much need to know how many ounces there are in a liter as you have to know how many cubits there are in a mile. Just complete the switch already, and forget about the old system.

I have persistent consternation with idiotic instructions that have the user mix ounces of one concentrated liquid into a volume of another. Eg. 2 oz per gallon. The concentrate container is also labeled and sold by volume.

I ate the last mango in Paris

And that’s why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante

Just wait, Joe.

Depends a lot on the liquid in that liter , some fluids are a lot heavier than others. For example a liter of water weighs 35.274 ounces while a liter of blood weighs 37.03766 ounces.

I see this as more about his childish macho issues than him willing (or able) to understand how to switch to the metric system. He clearly expects to be waited on, but shows zero potential to find anyone willing to do so for him.

After the Quarter Pounder came out, a competing chain released a 1/3 pound burger, but it flopped, because people thought 1/3 was smaller than 1/4!

For a kid can understand, Joe when you get older. My hubby when he shops he does pay attention. When I shop I look for cost, now with this time span that is hard.

And I said I would never hold my wife’s purse or buy feminine hygiene products for her, (or my daughters).

If you become an engineer knowing how to switch to the metric system might stop you from smashing an exploration robot into a planet.

Just Google it!

If he’s using ounces, he should be referring to quarts or gallons, not liters. Liters don’t have an even number of ounces since it’s a different measuring system. Messed up math problem.

Joe, yeah you will, I learned to cook because of hunger.

Joe, my grandfather told me many things. One summer morning he was making his sausage, eggs and and bacon and hash browns breakfast (don’t forget the toast). I asked him, “Grampa, why are you cooking?” And he said to me three words I will never forget, “Cooks never starve.”