Breakfast Club: The Life of a Watch
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My watch stopped the day after the rainstorm.
It was the kind of west-coast weather that's given a funny metaphorical name by meteorologists like “Pineapple Express” or “atmospheric river” or “tropical plume.” And I went running when the rain was heaviest. I got completely drenched. So did the watch.
When I awoke the next day, the digital watch was dead. Its screen was blank and lifeless, the clock interface empty. A couple years ago, rushing to catch a train home from work, my arm had whacked into a concrete traffic guard. The glass of the watch’s face cracked, breaking the seal between it and the elements. During the downpour, a few circuits must have been soaked and the battery failed.
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