NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition. Our chief weapon is surprise (and a whole list of other things, including nice, red uniforms). . .
Well, imagine my surprise when, right before my very eyes, the woman sitting next to me at dinner last night took my watch and gave me hers. I haven't felt so startled at an exchange since I lost my best shooting marble to Jeff Dean playing keepsies in the College Hills school yard at recess in 1970. I didn't have much recourse to get my best bully taw back, since it was verboten to play for keeps at school (perhaps too close to the gambling sin for my small Texas town).
That also appears to be the case with my now gone watch, which looks just like this one except it has VB above the 12 instead of "LHP." I have also worn out and replaced the band, so
This is my "new" watch, a 1999 Jelly Piano Swatch:
Here is the Venn Diagram containing all the features of both watches (band style, materials, face shape, numerals on face):
Notice how much the two figures overlap?
I wasn't drunk.
I wasn't flaunting my stylin' Orvis watch.
I didn't lose (or win) a bet.
Frankly, I'm not sure what happened, but before I knew it, this older woman had my watch on her right wrist and I had hers on my left, and apparently it was for keepsies. I kept expecting we would re-exchange, but we didn't.
The only thing harder to picture than my face trying to make sense of this was Walter's face at breakfast this morning when I told him that someone else now owned the watch he had given me.