I am just as surprised as you are that I ended up with an Apple watch. It was so worth it, though--it brought me whisky (and wine... and foie gras... and dinner... and more whisky... oh yeah, and new friends).
I can honestly say that I'm really glad I got that Apple watch. Of course, at the time, I didn't exactly know that's what it was—It looked like a long, slender box in the gutter of our street. Wini and I were walking home when we saw it. The box, unopened, had little indication of its contents (read: "no indication"); but, of course, it had a recipient. Somehow, we resisted the temptation to open the mystery box, deciding to journey to its intended destination the next day.
So, the next day we walked the 0.8 miles to the address printed on the box. We were buzzed in though both a gate and a door, found the apartment bearing the same name as the parcel, and I knocked (because I didn't see the doorbell).
The woman who answered the door was, in fact, the intended recipient. Unfortunately, she said that she wasn't expecting a box and had no clue what it was (but nevertheless grateful). And, while she began to open it in her doorway, it seemed a tad creeperish to let our curiosity show, and hang out at her threshold gawking while she fiddled with tape. So, we left the apartment building wondering what we had saved from the gutter.
As we exited the front gate a voice called down to us, inviting us to come back up for an apéritif. As it turns out , the package had been her new Apple Watch. Extremely grateful, she and Jean Luc opened their home to us; and, just as importantly, their bottles of whisky. We ate snacks, had drinks, and chatted... which was already (for me at least) a more than fair exchange for a watch. But, the night only got better. I was given some very old Armagnac, which was wonderful.
Then, we were informed that our host's brother would be joining, and we were invited to stay for dinner. Obliged, I took another glass of Armagnac in preparation. He soon arrived bearing gifts of local wine and foie gras... which he had made himself. (As it turns out, you should never spread your foie gras on your bread, but simply place it on it—otherwise you will look like some noobish Philistine.) AND, he even invited me to come and make it with him next time (Christmas gifts: check).
So, we ate more, we drank more, and we talked more. (As it turns out, a good dose of Armagnac always improves your french.) The night was wonderful... of course it didn't hurt that our host was also a good cook. I felt at home, which should make sense if you know my parents (return a parcel to my folks sometime and I am sure a blanket will be rolled out with wine, whisky, and food as well.) We didn't return to our apartment until after midnight.
So, yes, it turns out that having an Apple Watch opens doors to new friendships and great conversations, even if you only have it for 12 hours. I highly recommend finding one in a gutter.