The last time I went and saw my specialist about my cough (which I still have, btw), there were actually other people in the waiting room. The old lady yammered away to me about how her husband never helped her out with their children, and how she as thinking of pissing him off and moving into a home so she can relax for a while. The husband just sat next to her in silence while she said all this. Then their son, who obviously drove them there, came in and told her where he had parked, which got her ranting about the metric system and how she never learned it. The son seemed be enjoying himself, and this conversation occurred:
Lady: I don't see why I should learn it. If you move to France you have to speak French, why should we have to use their measuring system?
Son: You know, the Americans nearly crashed their space shuttle when going to the moon, because they were using imperial when everyone else was using the metric system.
Lady: Good! Glad to see America sticking to the guns!
I just sat there and read my trashy magazine, smiling to myself.