Yeah, I found my watch. I was wearing a hoodie the day I lost it. Turns out that when I got it off of the passenger seat I stuck it in the hooded sweatshirt pocket, and when I got to my room, I threw the hoodie down on the floor and forget about it all. But on Sunday, when I was going out to my nightly sojourn to Caffetto, I picked up that hooded sweatshirt. Stuck my hands in the pocket, and there it was.
I am whole again. I hear that the use of traditional watches are way down amongst millennials, but for me, I need to use it whenever I want to know the time. And now I can, thank Buddha!
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