One of those sisters I know called the other day to lament that she had gotten an 11 out of 20 possible points on a quiz. (In Canada-land, that might even be a passing mark. In America-land, not so much.)
“Well, that’s a whole lot better than zero out of twenty,” I replied, optimistically.
“It’s better than ten out of twenty,” she corrected me.
“Yeah! It’s better than zero, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, or ten, or ten and a half, out of twenty! Way to go!”
Then she hung up on me.