H2 Hub

It was a terrible day because I’d dropped my friend’s vintage watch on the floor and the minute hand wouldn’t move. But it moved when I shook the watch. Bad sign.
I had to get it repaired and I was in Ang Mo Kio Hub. Basement of it is H2 Hub, which usually has customers standing and peering into its glass cabinets, probably trying to make out the tiny print of price tags (why are watches’ price tags so tiny?!).
The salesman took the watch for inspection at their ‘hidden’ workspace for awhile. When he came back, he said it’s a vintage watch so he can’t fix it. He has to send it to their technician for fixing which will take 2 weeks. Two weeks! I felt like I should consult my friend instead so I changed my mind and asked for the watch back. The salesman — get this — told me he has no idea how to close the watch back. And that he has to get the technician to close it. Which meant I had to leave the watch with them, whether I liked it or not.
Sigh. I don’t like a place that takes my stuff, open it up and leave me with no choice but to part with it. In the end I had the watch back after a week, unfixed.