On days when I am separated from my phone, I do not miss it because I am unable to text or run my mouth. Instead, I long for constant access of the time in order to run my life on schedule. The last time I had a watch that I could call mine was over a decade and a half ago. So it is quite monumental that I was recently united with Mr. Timex with interchangeable straps in northern Massachusetts.
Never again will I have to ask someone for the time in public and stand awkwardly while he/she shows me his/her watch face, expecting me to read the analogue time through sun glare or reflections of passersby. Nor will I have to hold my phone in my hand for an entire commute. I perhaps won’t even have to put up with complete strangers asking me to use my phone “…real quick” because they need to make a phone call. I can just sit and read my book, mind my business, and hope others do the same, while keeping up with Mr. Time the old fashioned way.