I HAD AN INTERESTING THING HAPPEN
last Saturday. I don’t quite know how this ranks on life’s big board of
significant events – probably pretty low – but still I got a kick out
of it.
In my nearly 70 years of living, I’ve only had two people comment on my
watch. Yes, I said WATCH, that thing you wear on your wrist that tells
time!
The first time someone commented was probably 30 years ago. It was a
teenage girl who used to come see us at Crescent Beach Resort on Lake
Okoboji.
As I was leaving the stage for a break, she intercepted me and suggested
that I readjust my el-cheapo Casio watch so it wasn’t slid so high up
my arm. I’m sure that young lady thought it looked dorky! (To this day I
still wear that $10 Casio watch, and it’s always situated halfway up my
right forearm.)
So fast-forward to 2018. Last Saturday on my way out to Algona to play the VFW, I stopped at Taco Tico in Mason City (great Mexican food incidentally) for a quick bite. As I was giving my order, the young lady behind the counter said, “I love your watch.”
I was surprised by the comment and reflexively looked down at my arm.
There it was, my Casio in its usual spot – halfway up my forearm.
She continued, “I love those vintage watches. I have a couple myself.”
Still a bit off-guard, I replied, “Yeah, they run forever and keep good time.”
As I sat eating my taco burger, I thought: Vintage?! How ironic! Thirty
years ago sporting a cheap Casio wristwatch high on one’s forearm would
elicit a droll eye rolls from passersby; but now in 2018, it’s campy and
vintage . . . and cool!
I’m such a fashion visionary! |
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