The other day, my colleague Marigold came over to my desk. She wanted me to show her how to check how much memory her USB key had.

“I thought it had 2 jiggabytes, but now I’m not so sure,” she said.

I put the USB key in my computer and had a look at its properties. There was only 500 MB so I told her it was half a gig.

“Oh? Half a jiggabyte?” She asked, disappointed.

“Yes, half of a gig,” I said again hoping she’d catch on to how I was pronouncing it.

“This must be old then, I have a key at home that’s sixteen jiggabytes.”

I had to try really hard not to chuckle as Marigold kept pronouncing it jiggabytes. I think it was just her accent; when she said the word it probably did sound like gig.

I thought of Marigold as her dear Mexican team will be facing Argentina in an elimination match later today. She’s worn her Mexican jersey to work each day that Mexico has played. If they lose today, she’ll likely go into work all in black tomorrow.

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