My favorite watch was dead. The Great Geezer kindly led the search for a watch of similar size and color. We found several but in the 400 dollar price range. I was thinking more in the twenty. Hey, this is a watch that’s going to be battered a bit for the rest of its life. So we visited Targets, malls, sports stores, major big stores, none of them had quite the watch I was looking for.
I wanted one smaller than a man’s but with a big, easy to read face, and one that I could see at night. That’s the watch I was looking for. I’m sure the Macy’s sales person didn’t believe me when I said I had all the blingy watches I need, but I do. I gave mother’s diamond watches to the kids, but I have mine, the Geezers mother’s, and the Geezers grandmother’s pretty little 1950’s watches that I’ve put black ribbon bands on. I didn’t need bling, but I did need utilitarian.
A political comment here. I boycott Walmart.
So bearing G’s Christmas bonus, a Walmart Gift Card, we visited our far-out-into-the-city Walmart. There we found a Timex watch exactly like my last Timex watch. One. The last one….and as we could see, perhaps the last one in the city. There it is now….ticking on my wrist and clear to see any time of the day or night. With the face upwards. Progress.