About a month ago, my watch died. Well, actually it is still working fine, the band just broke. Normally this would be a simple operation. Find a new band and stick it on. I’ve done it before. Easy!
However, when I bought it long ago I actually stated “It does have an interesting watchband that I’m worried will be a headache to replace when it wears out.”. Well, a promise made, a promise kept.
To get it replaced I have to ship it to Ontario. I don’t have a big problem with that, other than for two weeks I would be without a watch. And that is just wrong. So I’ve been keeping it in my pocket, trying to figure out when would be a good time to give up the feeling of time for a fortnight.
Then, joy of joys, I took a peek into my bedside table’s drawer. I had stashed a writstwatch there! I didn’t think I had one. The previous search for old watches that still worked turned up two lurking in my laundry room, but they were horribly broken. One looked demonically possessed.
So I popped the broken band watch into a package and sent it off to Timex headquarters. In an insured package. This band replacement is costing me about $25! I’m desperate. But I will not recommend their watches to anyone anymore. Ironic, because I do like the operating system, and they did make one of the best watches I ever had: the one I’m wearing now.
I think the watch I’m wearing is the one I got in grade eight. It has the distinct honor of having been on my wrist for half my life. That isn’t true anymore, but when I finally did replace it, it had earned that label.