We head out into the late summer afternoon, Katie and I, along streets already in shade from the low sinking sun, to pick up fresh vegetables for dinner.
At the light, behind us come three guys deep in conversation. "Any watch you know the name of isn't a rich man's watch, you know?" one of them says seriously.
They pass us, nodding importantly to themselves, but we're unable to hear the rest of their conversation over the sound of our eyes rolling so hard.