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·It almost never happens -- something I'm happy about -- but I got wrist-checked today, and it was at our local supermarket, by one of the staff.
A young checker, looked to be about 21, as I walked up with cart full of groceries, and I didn't notice but he'd spotted the PP 5167A on my wrist. This grocery store is all about customer service, and the staff are super courteous. So it already felt odd that I was the one initiating the check-out banter, "Hey there... and... how are you?"
Pointing to my wrist, "That isn't... there's no way... how did you even..." he said.
"Oh my God, you're into watches? So... how much time do we have here!" I said, in a ha-ha tone.
And in the time it took to unload the groceries and get it all checked and bagged, we had an intense watch nerd's micro-conversation, and it was delightful. Mindful of the line behind me, I handed it to him, and just watching how he held it and examined it, I could tell, this guy is most definitely afflicted!
It's one thing when it's a random encounter with some big ol' old man watch nerd with something you both know is super cool or obscure on his wrist. Something entirely more enjoyable when it's a version of former-you that you're talking to, seeing that spark, seeing him standing on square-one just like you did. And after two minutes of chatting, rooting for him to find the way to build the life to get himself there, and hoping like hell he really does. Truly a delightful conversation.
A young checker, looked to be about 21, as I walked up with cart full of groceries, and I didn't notice but he'd spotted the PP 5167A on my wrist. This grocery store is all about customer service, and the staff are super courteous. So it already felt odd that I was the one initiating the check-out banter, "Hey there... and... how are you?"
Pointing to my wrist, "That isn't... there's no way... how did you even..." he said.
"Oh my God, you're into watches? So... how much time do we have here!" I said, in a ha-ha tone.
And in the time it took to unload the groceries and get it all checked and bagged, we had an intense watch nerd's micro-conversation, and it was delightful. Mindful of the line behind me, I handed it to him, and just watching how he held it and examined it, I could tell, this guy is most definitely afflicted!
It's one thing when it's a random encounter with some big ol' old man watch nerd with something you both know is super cool or obscure on his wrist. Something entirely more enjoyable when it's a version of former-you that you're talking to, seeing that spark, seeing him standing on square-one just like you did. And after two minutes of chatting, rooting for him to find the way to build the life to get himself there, and hoping like hell he really does. Truly a delightful conversation.
