I’m at Target shopping for a new watch. My son is with me. He’s 15 years old.
“Bah,” he says, sizing up the display. “Where’s the platinum stuff?”
“Look,” I say, “all I need here is an inexpensive watch that’ll tell me what time it is.”
A guy behind us chortles. He knows what I’m talking about; he’s browsing through a rack of $19 Ray-Ban knockoffs.
“Buy what you want then,” the boy says. “But my watch is very attractive to the ladies.”
“What kind of watch do you have?” He’s not wearing one so I have to ask.
“I’ll give you a hint,” he says. “It starts with an ‘R.'”
“Very funny. What kind of watch do you have?”
“OK, it’s a Casio. But it’s got a really cool band.”