Without a Traceroute

Today I felt healthy enough to where the prospect of eating food seemed appealing rather than off-putting for the first time in several days. Let’s hear it for antibiotics, easily humanity’s best totally accidental discovery since fire (I’m actually taking regular old penicillin).

I went grocery shopping and discovered that while you can get Campbell’s soup in Sweden, you can only get mushroom, tomato and asparagus; sadly, not chicken noodle. Also, the cans are weirdly small and metric. Every company in the world seems to round down to the nearest metric size.

I promise this story goes somewhere (not necessarily anywhere interesting).

What could this be?

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