Sorry to change the subject a little, but this priceless little anecdote occurred while I was working for a hardware store while in college.

Sorry to change the subject a little, but this priceless
little anecdote occurred while I was working for a hardware
store while in college.
I'm standing behind the counter, wearing my little scratchy
polyester uniform shirt, and this big huge guy walks up to
me carrying two rolls of shelf paper and says "Is this going
to be enough to cover my shelves?"
I stare at him for a moment, and then say "Well, that depends
how long your shelves are." Silence. "How long are your shelves?"
"Oh," he says, "Three feet each."
Silence.
"Ok," I say, "How many shelves do you have?"
"Four per cabinet."
Again silence.
"Allright, I'll bite," I say in raw disbelief, "How many cabinets,
indeed, do you have?" (I fully expected to hear "Three per room.")
"Two."
"Fine, so it sounds like you have two cabinets with four shelves
each that are three feet long."
"Yeah?"
"So that sounds to me like 2 * 4 * 3."
"Yeah?"
"That's 24."
"Yeah?"
"Those rolls are ten feet each."
"Yeah?"
This time, _I_ went silent.
Long pause..................
Then, with a look of pure enlightenment generally displayed
only by Zen masters: "I think I better get another roll."
"There is a God." I thought.