“That’s a nice watch,” Mr. A said to me today during his routine follow-up appointment.
“Thanks,” I said. “It’s a Swatch. You know, like the kind that was popular in the 80s?”
“Nah,” he said, slowly shaking his head to indicate that he didn’t know. “I’m not that old.”
Riiiiiggght. Because this was a kid who was born in 1994. The year I graduated from U of R.