Some background on this comic:

Transcript:

When I was a kid, it seemed to me that my dad was constantly out in the garage working on some mechanical project. I was his gofer on these projects, and I especially remember the pressure of being asked to fetech him a specific-size crescent wrench.

In the corner of his shop was a huge, steel cabinet with assorted drawers, one of which contained about six thousand crescent wrenches. The sizes on these grease-covered tools were sometimes difficult to read, and it was always with an edge of trepidation that I would hand him any wrench. My dad, however, through some mystery of nature, always knew exactly what size he needed for the job at hand. It only took him a nanosecond to say, “Nope, that’s not it.”

I started thinking about those famous “bolts” in the neck of Frankenstein’s monster, and that in turn sparked the memory of those stormy lightning-filled nights when my dad, with his own little Igor, tried to bring life to a dead lawnmower.

fuck SAE and any bastard engineers that put that shit in out cars. the fuck is a 9/16? is 3/8 bigger or smaller? I’ll take my 12,13, 14 thank you very much

laughs in metric

His assistant needs to lose tirty pound in one munt.