. . . and caring less.
I mean, he knew the Rolex needed servicing at some point down the road, but, just like my Dad, probably didn't give a __i_.

Pops had a Seiko he'd been wearing for something like forty years. It stopped running properly, so he made a halfhearted attempt at getting it fixed. Of course, it stopped working shortly afterwards.
So, he gave it to me. I was thrilled! And took it straight to my watchmaker, who got it running for $160, and then bought a leather strap and deployant buckle for maybe $250.
He sees it on my wrist. "So, you got it running?"
"Yup!"
"How much did you spend?"
"Oh, about $400."
[pause]
"You dumbass, I only paid $40 for that watch! What the hell's wrong with you?"

I swear, every time I see that Seiko, Dad's words come back like instant replay.
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