When I got home, I dragged the bookcase and trunk into my basement, sat down on the couch and turned on the ball game. The trunk looked good there, I thought, but I didn’t pay it much more attention. My wife may not like it, but the basement is my space.
When the game ended, I collected some of the magazines and assorted junk that was strewn around the room. I opened up the trunk, and dropped the stuff inside. When the weight of the magazines hit the bottom of the truck, I heard a crack.
“Damn,” I thought, “Haven’t had this thing a full day and already I broke it.” I scooped my stuff out of the trunk, and inspected the bottom. The bottom was cracked, but the strange part was that I couldn’t see through to the floor below. I took a closer look. The broken bottom seemed to be fixed about two inches above the real bottom of the trunk. Thinking this was odd, I examined the broken bottom, running my fingers around the edges. As I pushed on the edge of the bottom, all of a sudden one side pushed down while the other side popped up. I grabbed the wood trunk floor and pulled it out.
Flipping the bottom over, I saw what appeared to be a wrist watch taped to the bottom. I pulled the watch off the wood, and inspected it. It appeared to be an old digital watch. It had a square face and a bunch of buttons around the sides. The watch was not working, and I tapped it a few times to see if I could get it going. Nothing. Oh well, I thought, and I put the watch in my pocket. |