Aside from a pair of converse high tops and a bottle of bourbon, the shopping excursion was a bust.
The jeweler managed to change the battery in my Mondaine but failed to reattach the back. The Seiko outsmarted her. Also looked at a wedding band to replace the one I threw in the trash nine years ago when Sidekick and I were being stupid and decided to divorce. Was told that they couldn't resize rings there and it would have to be sent off for two weeks. I left before my opinion of the place could chew through the restraints.
Finding a GOOD leather coat was also too much to ask. Unless I wanted to look like a pretend biker, of course. My sense of fashion is in a completely diffferent neighborhood. I'll go to Nashville for it. Will look for a real jeweler while I'm up there. Not one staffed by air headed eye candy.