Now I'll Be Late All The Time

It must have just slipped off. I certainly didn't notice it was gone until I looked down at my wrist and only saw a tan line.

My watch was gone.

I began the search immediately by retracing my steps back along 107th Street in Watts. I searched my car, dumped out my entire bag. Nothing. Nada. No watch.

I had this watch for almost a year and I absolutely loved it. It was a simple design: A mother-of-pearl background, roman numerals, a black strap...so simple that it should be easily replaceable.

Except I went back to the store where I bought it and they no longer have it. Styles have changed.

I know it's just a watch but I sort of feel like someone ran over my puppy.