Monday, July 11, 2005

Watch surgery

Ok, I put a new band on my watch this evening - not exactly rocket science.

This watch is actually pretty important. It was the first expensive gift Shira gave me. For months I walked around with a watch on my wrist that for the life of me, I could not read.

The following happened to me on more than one occasion:

Stranger: sir, do you have the time?

Me: yeah, uh, hold on...(mumbling about big and little hands, 10, 20 etc.)...more mumbling. No, I have no idea what time it is.

To this day, if you ask me the time I'll check my watch, tell you and then show you the watch face so you can double check my work.

Would it have killed her to buy me a casio?


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