Dude. Litres are litres.

I wheeled into Trinidad, California tonight.
At the gas stations in Cali, you need to prepay for gas, but you have to punch in your zip code, which obviously I do not have, so I always go in.
Gas Jockey:  how much gas do you need?
Me: I dunno. I'm gonna fill it.
GJ:  I have to put down a max amount.
Me:  I'm not sure. I think in litres, not gallons. I'll need about 50 litres. How many gallons is that?
GJ:  Well, are your Canadian litres Imperial or Standard?
Me: Dude. Litres are litres.
GJ:  Oh yah, I was thinking about pints... 16 ounces or 20 ounces.
Me:  Umm, 40 bucks? Thanks.
[I pump my gas and come back inside.]
Me:  the sign on the highway says there's lodging in Trinidad?
GJ  [really animated]:  Oh yah! I've got a flyer for a place in my van!
Me [raised eyebrows]:  ummm, wow, that sounds kinda sketchy
GJ:  well, I wasn't gonna go get the flyer out of my van
[I start laughing]
GJ:  oh no, it's awesome. The food is great and there are cabins and free wifi. And there will be a reggae band playing. It'll be the hotspot in Trinidad tonight.
Me:  hmmm
GJ:  oh oops. Reggae is tomorrow. Monday.

So that's right. I'm at that place. It's a dive. But the room was cheap, the wifi free, the shower hot, the fish tacos are tasty, the margarita strong, and I ate some really spicy grilled melon. Yummy.