So, next time you see a percentage, don’t run. Just remind yourself: Percent means “per hundred.” It’s just a number that got too big for its britches. You are the bouncer who tells it to slim down to a decimal.
You take that 25%, you shove it through the 100-door, and it comes out as 0.25. Then you multiply. That’s it. No fractions, no crying, no existential crisis about your childhood math teacher. You are now the person who looks at a percentage and says, “I see you, and I know exactly what you’re up to.”
Welcome to the club. The coffee is 70% caffeinated, and now you know that’s 0.7 of a good time.
