And that's when it happened.
"What's your weight?" asked the American woman.
"84 kilograms," replied the doctor.
"Kilograms? What's that? I only know pounds," she responded.
What the #@^%@&! is wrong with you Americans??
Kilograms? What's that? I only know pounds.
"Oh, one kilogram is 2.2 pounds. So 84 kilograms is a little under 200 pounds," explained the doctor patiently, and the woman went, "Oh, all right."
It was no biggie, really. If you don't understand what a kilogram is, someone can readily convert the number into pounds for you, and then you understand. That's all there is to it.
"Fahrenheit?" asked the poor American woman, struggling to comprehend why that would be considered terrible.
I chuckled to myself and was satisfied that my liberal and tolerant self had returned.