My watch. My poor watch. He needs his own Guaterito, as Rosa would say.
My watch stopped working in Santiago. It had been in my purse and when I took it out the time was all wrong. So I went to get a new battery. They put it in my watch, I put my watch on my wrist and was ready to go. That night I took my watch off and put it in my purse. The next day it had stopped again! Darn battery store! They gave me a bad battery, I supposed. I put my watch on anyway. Later, I realized that my watch was working again. As it turns out, my battery isn't bad, my watch just needs a little calor humano or human heat, in order to work. Now, I only take off my watch when I shower. I try to see if I can make my shower short enough that my watch doesn't get too cold and stop. It only takes about 7 minutes (yes, Mom, I CAN take showers that short).
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