Rolex ad's can fuck off as far as I'm concerned.
I'm in there, wearing a 6k omega, and I enquire about a new sub. I'm only enquiring as the sub now has a decent case size, which suits my wrist. Anything less than 41mm looks shit on my wrist.
She tells me I have to go on a waiting list. OK I'll think about it I say.
I call in again about a month later, this time I'm wearing my vintage speedmaster, worth about 8k, and I'm genuinely looking for a light brown hirsh strap for it, which I know they have. I buy the strap, and again casually ask about the availability of a sub.
Now at this point, they know me, I've been in the shop numerous times with a bit of money on my wrist, merc parked outside. I've got the money to buy a sub.
They suggested I buy a 36 fucking mm explorer, that had been in the window for 18 months. With a salmon dial.
They'd seen my 44mm planet ocean, and my 42mm speedy, yet they recommended to buy some shitty explorer that we both knew was wrong.
I'd love the new sub, I'll buy one second hand, when it suits me.