Flashes of Panic

I was standing on the front step, clearing the timer on my wristwatch, when the guy walking on the opposite sidewalk called over, “You don’t need that! You’re too quick!”

Off-balance–he was right, there was no real need for me to time that run–I replied, “It’s more of a habit.”

He said, “I need to find a watch first,” and indicated his bare wrist.

“Most of the time,” I observed, “the kitchen clock will do.”