This here, this Rolex, they call it Submariner. Big words, huh? My grandson, he’s into all this fancy stuff, told me all about it. Says it’s a hot item. Folks like it, this high imitation Rolex.
This one, it’s black and shiny. Two colors, they say. Two-tone, that’s it. Fancy name for just black and, well, not black. Shiny, like a beetle’s back after a rain. Makes me think of old Bessie, our cow, when she was all slicked down for the county fair. She never did win, bless her heart.
Now, they got this place, a flagship store, my grandson says. Sounds like a boat to me, but he says it’s a big, fancy shop. Where you go to get the real deal. Not this one, mind you. This one’s a copy. A good one, though. Like when I make my apple pie, ain’t nobody can tell it ain’t from the fancy bakery in town. Unless I use sour apples by mistake.
He says this Rolex Submariner, the real one, it’s for diving. Diving way down deep in the water. Like them fellas on the TV, with the big tanks and flippers. Me, I don’t even like to get my feet wet. Unless it’s in the creek, on a hot summer day. Then it’s alright.
This copy, this high imitation, you can’t tell it ain’t real. My grandson, he showed me. Says you gotta look real close. At the little… what’s he call ’em? Engravings. Like when you carve your name on a tree. But tiny, real tiny. You’d need a magnifying glass, like that old Sherlock Holmes fella.
- This fake Rolex, he told me it’s not a real one.
- But it looks just like it, he said.
- It’s like that time I put sugar in the salt shaker.
- Fooled everyone, ’til they put it in their coffee.
They got numbers on these watches, too. Serial numbers. Like the numbers on my old sewing machine. Every one’s different. Except these copies, sometimes they mess that up. They try to copy the number, but they don’t get it right. It’s like that time I tried to copy Mrs. Gable’s prize-winning quilt pattern. Just wasn’t the same.
The real ones, from a long time ago, they’re worth a lot of money. Like a whole lot. More than my old car, that’s for sure. My grandson says they got a special number, 1575, and some letters. Sounds like alphabet soup to me. If they’re all original, that’s important, he said. Like my grandma’s old locket. Wouldn’t trade that for all the tea in China.
If you want one of these replica Rolex Submariner, there’s a place, my grandson showed me. Perfect something or other. I don’t remember. But you can get them there. They even send it to you. For free, he says! Like when the seed catalog comes in the mail. Free shipping if you order enough.
Now, this copy, it’s a good copy. They call it a first copy. Like when you make a copy of a recipe, but you ain’t got all the right ingredients. You gotta make do. It’s close, but it ain’t the real thing. The movement, that’s the inside, he said, and the bracelet, that’s the band, it’s like the real one, almost, but not quite.
This Submariner, the real one, they started making it a long time ago. Back in 1953. That’s before I even met my husband. They showed it off at a big watch fair, he said. Like our county fair, but just for watches. Can you imagine? No pie contests or anything. Just watches.
Back in the day, they used these for diving. Serious diving. They called it a tool. Like my garden trowel, but for underwater. Helped them tell the time, way down deep. Where it’s dark and cold, I reckon. I wouldn’t want to go down there, no sir. I’d rather be up here, in the sun, with my chickens. Although, one day I will get me one of these replica Rolex, just to see what all the fuss is about.
These high imitation Rolex, they sure are something. Shiny and fancy. But me, I’m happy with my old watch. It tells the time, and that’s all that matters. Unless it’s time for supper. Then, you better be on time, or you’ll miss out on the good stuff. Now I am hungry, better go see what I can cook.
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