When I was young and stupid(er) I was on a business trip to Puerto Rico and ran across a guy selling Submariners with (gasp) AUTOMATIC MOVEMENTS. I had to have one. I wore it proudly, constantly mesmerized by the dark blue of its dial and bezel insert. It was breathtaking.
So walking home from work one day I passed by Ben Bridge jewelers in downtown Seattle, the Rolex Authorized Dealer. I went in and admired their watches, tut-tuting under my breath that they were all black. All missing that distinctive and handsome deep blue tint. To my eye they were otherwise identical. The sales girl sauntered over and I allowed my lovely blue Submariner to peek out from my sleeve. She immediately spotted it, and sizing me up as a man to be reckoned with, asked if she could hold it? I gingerly handed it over and she looked it over, then asked if I was happy with it? I said yes, but admitted it does gain a bit during 24 hours. Like 5 minutes. So she took it back to their watchmaker in the back room and wasn't gone very long before she came back, holding it at arm's length like the rotting corpse of a dead fish. She handed it back and said "you know, that's not a real Rolex". Truer words were never spoken! I drew myself up to my full stature and said "of course not! the money I saved on my purchase paid for the trip where I bought it".
Sheesh. It's amazing I survived my youth and stupidity.