Dust. That’s all that is left. Mad Max roams the vast deserts searching for gasoline. But dammit, we still need to know how far it is between outposts or how to sight the rifles. Whata yah gonna do? Measure ten millionth of the distance from the north pole to the equator or stomp your foot in the dust and declare, “That’s a foot!”
“Mr. Smoot. Oliver Smoot - Please pick up the white Courtesy Phone.”
Join up with Tina Turner and her pigshit-to-methane cartel.
We don’t need another hero.
Stranger
Easy as, just pace the distance and call it metres.
International commerce won’t be a factor, so I suppose it’ll all be feet and inches here in the USA, and I’d put money on Canada dropping metric, because there’s still a lot of resistance to a lot of it there.
The remaining USA and Canada factions will go to war when we sell 1,000 gallons of fuel to them, and they feel short-changed upon receipt.
Cockroaches will become the basic standard of measurement, as in “that’s about 6 or 7 cockroaches long” or “this weighs about a dozen cockroaches”.