Marta Moment #8

I have a bunch of Marta Moments piling up inside my portfolio and I need to post them before it's too late. With a continuous supply of these "moments" I might never get to some of the ones that occurred earlier this semester...

This one will be quick.

I'm leaving the Marta station and a man in his upper 50s approaches me. I'm already prepared to take a quick whiff as he approaches and judge whether he would potentially use the money he is going to ask from me for cigarettes, alcohol or something else that would make many a Russian man less than sober in more than one way...

But I was wrong.

He blurts out: "Hey, man. You got the time?"

Surprised, I respond: "Uh.... yah... It's right here...It's, uh, 8:40..." as we both look down in unison at the minute hand almost directly on top of the hour hand...

He goes crazy on me. "What! Where? What is that? How do you know that? How do you see that?! You get 8:40 from that... What is that thing?"...

Are analog watches that uncool in the south that this man has never see one in 50 years? Whatever the answer, not everyone on that street knows how to tell time...

Anyway, time to leave... but quickly...