The Joy of Canada

Canada is not a fun place to go late on the night of New Year's Eve. Not only are the signs weird,


(CAUTION: Bowling)

...it's also really cold. The night I was there with my mom, it got down to -10°. For all you Imperial Measurement System n00bs, that's 10 or 20 in Fahrenheit.

Speaking of Fahrenheit:

PD: It's supposed to get down to about 1° tonight.
David: 1?! [pause, followed by realisation] Oh, hah.
PD: What?
David: I thought you were just going to comment on the temperature, but then you turned it into a joke. "One degree." Hah.
PD: No joke. Google says it's getting down to one tonight.
David: I heard it was 32, PD. One is awfully low.
PD: 32? Oh! Fahrenheit!
David: Oh, I forgot you use Celsius.
PD: David, have I ever given you the "why Celsuis is better than Fahrenheit" talk?
David: No.
PD: [putting hand on David's shoulder] Well, David, you see, when a man loves a woman...

[five minutes later]

PD: ...And that's why Celsius is better than Fahrenheit.
David: [shuddering from sexual-innuendo overload] But the only time in that whole speech that you mentioned Celsius or Fahrenheit was just now and five minutes ago.