I’m behind the bar, its been a busy week. The Perfect Storm: The Solheim Cup meets The State Fair. We’ve got lady golfers in the house, with state fair goers. Makes for interesting conversations, and people watching.
Guy at the bar, looks foreign. In the way he dresses, and duh, his accent. I strike up a convo. Man, I love your watch. He says, thanks. I say, is that a Submariner? He says, yes. It is. I say, beautiful watch. I actually saved my pennies for two years to buy one. True story. When I finally got it, it was just too damn heavy for me! It felt like a handcuff around my wrist. I could’ve cried. …I actually did. He says, I work for Rolex. They just let me borrow it. I say, you work for Rolex?!? Please, tell me more.
He proceeds to tell me what he does, and I literally drool. He says, I go from golf tournament to tournament, and set up the big Rolex clocks. I say, are you SHITTING me?! That’s fricking AWESOME. You do that all year? He says, about 150 days out of the year.
The guy goes around to all the golf tournaments, gets everything paid for. Sets up some clocks, hangs out the rest of the week. Shows up in the morning…let’s see, checks his $7,000 watch. 8:22 AM, looks at big clock, yep, says 8:22AM, grabs a coffee, watches some golf, whatever the hell he wants, then hangs out at the hotel bar, with a tight Rollie on his wrist.
I say to Swiss Rolex Guy with awesome incredible job, dude…hook me up! I WANT YOUR JOB!!