This Time, Six Hours!

No, this isn't about labor in childbirth or waiting in some mother of bureaucracy line or running a marathon or anything like that.

On Monday, I was in Jerusalem and after the pool I went downtown to the store where I had gotten the watchband for my Speedo watch which had stayed connected barely three hours.  The guy in the store was very polite, worked hard, connected the band to the watch, and...  yes, you guessed from the title.

Six hours later, while I was quietly sitting at the dining room table, my wrist innocently resting on the table, suddenly, yeseree bob... the watch was off of me and on the table.

So, the Speedo watchband saga is far from over.