In Ecuador everything is for sale.
Last Friday, Drew, George (a Winconsinite we ran into), and I were in the Old Town of Quito. We cut around a corner and entered a little plaza with people milling around and a few vendors scattered along the side. I was bringing up the rear of our troop when an old man approached me holding out a tape measure. The tape was extended out about three feet and he was shouting "Un Metro, Un Metro! Una dollar!"
I always wanted my own unit of measurement so I jumped at the opportunity to buy the meter. Actually, I bought two. I smashed my two meters together to form a "Nate". Unfortunately, one of my meters was a little shorter then the other. Consequently, the Nate is slightly shorter than two meters, but still longer than a smoot.
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I've discussed it with the head of NFL referees. They've agreed to change the penalty to 5 Nates instead of 10 yards. They require Inca treasure, though, and from the looks of it, you're woefully short right now. Get to it.
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