On my first night out in Melbourne I took the street car along St. Kilda to the Flinders Station to explore a bit of the city of Melbourne. You must realize that I was forewarned that Australians may not take kindly to those of us from across the pond, however, a must read is my post related to Ozzie’s and All-Stars. At any rate, this thought was completely out of my mind until I stepped up to the bar and ordered a ‘glass of beer’. Upon arrival I noticed those drinking to both my left and right obviously had larger beers. Ordering another glass, the notion began to cross my mind… but what exactly I should do about it was the real question. Calling out the bartender wouldn’t be the smartest play, so maybe the best plan is to just drink up my losses, go on about my day and not return to this bar again.

At some point shortly after, during my stay in Oz, at some bar or restaurant, the light shined, an epiphany some might call it, a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience. Although it’s not very intuitive if someone needs to tell you. However the knowledge was gained, it was about as simple as basic arithmetic: a glass was smaller in size and contains 10 fl oz while a pint (which every adult, except me, had been ordering) was a larger size beer starting at 15 fl oz, with the imperial pint holding 20 fl oz. ….numbers were never a strong point.