The 36mm Railmaster has been at the local Omega AD for a few days in order to have an appraisal done. This is a mildly absurd process of kabuki theater I must go through any time I purchase a new watch of significant value that I plan on keeping. Here is how it inveriably goes: I walk through the door and tell them what I have, and then a few days later I go back and pick up the watch and a sheet of their letterhead that says yes, that seems to be more or less what it is, and by the way we don't know how to value a discontinued model so here's the list price of - in this particular case - a new AT 8500 instead. I also get to pay the AD their fee, of course. Oh well, it makes the insurance company happy and I suppose I'll be happy too if my house ever burns down with my watches in it.
Anyway, when I went to pick it up tonight, it was brought out to the counter by a sharply-dressed young lady employee of the store. "This is a nice watch," she offered, "I've never seen one of these. It'd be much better if it had a date on it though." And for once in my life, I was ready with a snappy comeback as I collected my things and waked out the door.
"Perhaps," I said, "but sometimes all you need is the time."
(A tip of the hat to teeritz yet again for the quip)