Nice !@#$ing watch

Since business is going so well (swimmingly in fact) , I thought I'd treat myself to a expensive, fucking watch.  That's right, I put the verb and the adjective in the right places.  Its a !@#$ing watch - and the most expensive I've ever seen, as far as watches of that sort go.  But it wasn't an expensive watch by any means.  It was a fair price for a "nice piece" of art.

I went to the premiere of an exhibition/sale of a local collector's artwork: 1000-objekte.  It was nice, something to do; and a break from the cold weather outside.  The proprietor/collector, Peter Grunbaum, was very cheerful and immediately noticed my interest in his collection of watches - one of which clearly stood out, or rather looked out of place as it was a Franck Muller sitting along side a few designer Swatches and an old pocket watch.  Had I stumbled upon a garage-sale find?  Then again, this is Switzerland and I wouldn't have been surprised if he had said, "That's two-hundred thousand swiss francs."  But he didn't.  When I asked if it was real, he said, "No.  Its a fuck watch."  What was that?  Surly he meant a "fake" watch, but it got lost in translation.

At my confusion, and with much delight, he removed the watch from it's box and opened it to reveal the reverse side.  Ah!  While, indeed this was a perfect replica, the forger had a sense of humor, as did Peter - as did I.  So I bought it.

In the spirit of remakes, I'm playing:  Just Like Heaven from the album "Piece By Piece" by Katie Melua.