On the Loss of a Watch

Yesterday, I lost my wristwatch.

There’s nothing profound to the story. It’s a case of simple human mistake-making. This happens.

At some point, maybe five years ago, I stopped wearing a watch on a regular basis. Actually, it was more recent than that, come to think of it. After I moved to Baltimore. I had a Lord of the Rings watch, and the battery died. I had an XBox Live watch, and the battery died. I could have gotten the batteries replaced, and I didn’t. I found it was just as easy to go without a watch. Time isn’t something I concern myself with.

And, to be perfectly honest, I didn’t like the feel of the watchband on my wrist. The XBox Live watch was a nylon/velcro thing, and that was okay. A leather wristband, though, just felt weird.

But, a little more than a year ago, I got a Superman wristwatch. Black leather band, analog mechanism, a silver Superman shield on the face. I would wear it in the mornings on the train, then take it off at the office, then put it on when I left for the day, then take it off immediately when I got home.

Yesterday, going home, I took the watch off on the subway train.

The reason? I got drenched in the two blocks between the Light Rail stop and the Subway stop. The storms had to pick that exact moment to spew forth. When I got a seat on the subway car, I took off my baseball cap to air it out — and I took off my watch for the same reason.

When I got to Owings Mills, I put the baseball cap back on. I slung my bag over my shoulder. For whatever reason, I didn’t pick the watch back up.

I was halfway down off the subway platform (at Owings Mills, it’s on an elevated track) when I realized that I didn’t have my watch on. I ran back up the steps, dashed into the subway car, but the watch wasn’t on the seat where I’d been.

The watch was gone.

It’s not a great loss, honestly. It was a nice watch, but I’m fine without it. The watchband was dry and cracking in places. It also smelled, a distinctive smell, tangy like vinegar maybe.

I wore the Lord of the Rings watch today. I had the battery replaced in it last autumn. On the face is a map of Middle-Earth, circa the late Third Age, with only the number nine — represented with the Tengwar symbol — marked. It’s a nice watch; I’ve had it since 2003 or so.

Such is life.

Published by Allyn

A writer, editor, journalist, sometimes coder, occasional historian, and all-around scholar, Allyn Gibson is the writer for Diamond Comic Distributors' monthly PREVIEWS catalog, used by comic book shops and throughout the comics industry, and the editor for its monthly order forms. In his over ten years in the industry, Allyn has interviewed comics creators and pop culture celebrities, covered conventions, analyzed industry revenue trends, and written copy for comics, toys, and other pop culture merchandise. Allyn is also known for his short fiction (including the Star Trek story "Make-Believe,"the Doctor Who short story "The Spindle of Necessity," and the ReDeus story "The Ginger Kid"). Allyn has been blogging regularly with WordPress since 2004.

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