Comment Why not? (Score 2) 558
And, to be fair, among all the "Orwellian" this and "Orwellian" that people throwing around nowadays, the situation with fines for wrong units of measure was literally Orwellian.
'I arst you civil enough, didn't I?' said the old man, straightening his shoulders pugnaciously. 'You telling me
you ain't got a pint mug in the 'ole bleeding boozer?'
'And what in hell's name is a pint?' said the barman, leaning forward with the tips of his fingers on the
counter.
'Ark at 'im ! Calls 'isself a barman and don't know what a pint is! Why, a pint's the 'alf of a quart, and there's
four quarts to the gallon. 'Ave to teach you the A, B, C next.'
'Never heard of 'em,' said the barman shortly. 'Litre and half litre - that's all we serve. There's the glasses on
the shelf in front of you.
'I likes a pint,' persisted the old man. 'You could 'a drawed me off a pint easy enough. We didn't 'ave these
bleeding litres when I was a young man.'
'When you were a young man we were all living in the treetops,' said the barman, with a glance at the other
customers.
"E could 'a drawed me off a pint,' grumbled the old man as he settled down behind a glass. 'A 'alf litre ain't
enough. It don't satisfy. And a 'ole litre's too much. It starts my bladder running. Let alone the price.'
(Funnily, though, the real case about beer among the Metric Martyrs was the other way around, precisely about a Polish bar owner in Britain being prohibited to sell liters)