There’s something so fascinating about watch works, isn’t there? No? Guess it’s just me.
Whenever I approach a jewelry or department store counter where a clock or a watch is being taken apart, I love looking at all the watchmaker’s mysterious tools, doodads and bits and bobs (impressed by my tech-speak yet?).
I was extremely embarrassed today however, when I brought three (count ‘em) three watches to the repair counter for battery replacement. The repairman took watch number-one and examined it closely.
“There’s nothing wrong with this watch,” he told me.
“But the time’s stopped,” I said.
He pointed to the button on the side. “It wasn’t pushed all the way in.”
Should I have told him I was only testing him? (Didn’t think of it in time.)
While I was waiting for him to replace the batteries in the two watches that actually needed work, a lady in her 70s stopped at the counter. She was smartly dressed in a cranberry wool coat and matching pillbox hat.
She looked impatient and asked the repair guy how long he was going to be.
He was just finishing up, so while I was getting my money out to pay, he replaced the missing pin that held on her strap.
“How much do I owe you?” she asked.
“No charge,” he said. She was startled, thanked him, straightened her hat and off she went with a smile.
That small gesture probably made that lady’s day. I know it did mine.
And my good deed? I made sure I told him so.
(And that’s why he’s my “everyday hero” for this Sunday.)