Everything was going along swimmingly, and then it happened…
My watch stopped!
I was paralyzed by fear. How would I function now that my life’s blood has ceased to live? A wise musician once sang:
“Tick tock, and you don’t stop.”
But the tick tock now had stopped. Would my watch dare make liars of Color Me Bad? It seemed that it would.
I began to wander aimlessly, rendered completely useless by my watch’s death. My blank stare shifted from my feet to my wrist and back again. Occasionally, I would catch a passerby’s glance. They had no idea what had happened. They went about their daily lives as if nothing had changed.
But, oh! How it had changed.
How would I ever get anywhere on time? How would I know where I had to be when? In essence, how would I function?
Then, I thought:
Do I wear my watch, or does my watch wear me?
I also thought:
What was that sticky substance I just stepped in? It didn’t look like gum. I’m afraid to touch it…
After that brief tangent, I got back to the more important issue at hand…or rather at wrist.
My watch was not the boss of me. I am the master of my own fate. I go where I go when I want to go there. No piece of Swiss craftsmanship can tell me what to do!
And just as I underwent this glorious epiphany, I happened by a little shop with a sign out front that read:
WE FIX WATCHES
Needless to say, I ran into the store as fast as I could to have my watch resuscitated. They couldn’t get it back to me til later that afternoon, however, so I did have to brave the city for three whole hours without my trusty timepiece sidekick.
And what did I learn from our time apart?
Always keep a spare watch handy…