I'm sitting in the church office listening to the guest pastor preach a sermon. He is talking about the first wristwatch he was given as a child.
Which reminded me of something.
I got a wind-up wristwatch when I was 9 years old. I wound it so much I broke it.
When I worked at the hospital I wore a watch, until I realized I would look at it every 5 seconds, but if someone asked me what time it was, I couldn't have told them.
No more watches for me.