u/based_hofmeister

Sent me pics from a year old BST post he wasn't involved in, link here. The account was also used as a reference account for another scam post here.

Genuine Burberry Kensington trenchcoat. Size IT 54, fits a Men's Large perfectly. Great condition, just cleaned by a Burberry specialist. Purchased at the Burberry store in Beverly Hills three years ago.

$2850 at retail. Yours for $800 shipped!

In December, my dad's 11th cancer surgery ended in horrifying complications. First his brain filled with air, then with fluid, then he developed a brain infection. He spent over a month in the ICU in a state of near-total delirium. He survived a few close brushes with death, but mentally he'll never again be the father I knew. At least I was there, and I got to spend a few days with him and shake his hand before it all happened, even if he'll never remember it.

My days involved taking my mom to and from the hospital, consoling her, trying to stay on top of all the medical and legal affairs of it all, then working until 2 or 3 am. I only took a single day off the whole time. At performance review, I was denied a promotion that had been previously pledged anyway for specious reasons.

One night, after getting back from the hospital and sinking into a chair with my work laptop, I received a curt two-sentence text from the woman I had been dating dumping me. We had been texting every day through all of this; it was completely out of the blue. I never got an explanation. It was the first time in a while I had felt hope about heading towards marriage.

Once my dad was finally released in mid-January, and I felt comfortable enough heading back to New York, I immediately came down with the worst illness I'd ever had in my life. I was essentially trapped in my apartment for six weeks, and by the end just breathing became laborious. They ultimately pumped me full of methylprednisone until I finally started recovering.

This was the worst three months of my life. So I decided it was time for some drastic measures.

I took two weeks off (fuck it, won't make a difference right?) In Seoul I teamed up with vinyl bar goers to drain shots of tequila while trying to exchange goofy stories through the language barrier. In Tokyo I spent a night in an izakaya with a gorgeous flight attendant and tasted Okinawan sake with a documentary director and his violinist girlfriend. I read a biography in a secluded cafe in Yongsan, contemplated cherry blossoms in Nakameguro and Ueno, hit up vintage stores in Shimokitazawa, and walked enough to nearly wear through a new pair of shoes. In San Francisco I rented a Porsche Boxster and ripped up the coast, climbing Mt. Tam, carving through the Muir Woods, and stopping at a beach to watch the sunset.

When I got back, I decided it was time to celebrate surviving the longest, shittiest chapter of my life. As a reminder to myself that time is always moving forward, I reached into my savings and bought myself my grail watch.

Happy Tuesday

I personally think this is a cool alternative to a Speedmaster but the lady disagrees

Week 2 with this and still obsessed.

I was lucky enough to get my grail watch recently, a Sapphire Sandwich, at a screaming price ($3600 with box and papers!) I love this thing.

It came with a couple caveats. First, the prior owner was a dipshit and scratched it up pretty good. A couple of the scratches might be at laser-welding level but I'm no expert. (I bought this bracelet, it's a Forstner.)

The bigger problem is the lack of service. The watch was first purchased in 2014 from an Omega AD. The seller said it was serviced when he bought it preowned from a jewelery store, but I called them and they have no record of any service. That means it may have been 12 years since it got lubed up.

This leaves me with a couple options. I'm in NYC. I could take it to a local shop to be serviced and polished, but I'm hesitating because a) the interval since the last service is so long, and it's possible that beyond adding lubricant internal parts will need to be replaced; and b) I'm terrified of amateur overpolishing and want to retain the sharp edges of the lugs.

The other option is to send it to Omega for their service, but it's $1,000, and could take months. I also don't really understand whether potential replacement parts are included in that figure.

What would you do in my shoes? I'm hoping to own this watch for the rest of my life.