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The Time-Traveling Rolex and the Estate Buyers’ Dilemma
It all started when a disheveled man in a tattered tuxedo stumbled into the estate buyers office in Delray Beach, clutching a gold Rolex that seemed… wrong. The air around it shimmered slightly, and when the buyer looked at it too long, he swore he saw Roman gladiators fighting in the dial’s reflection.
“I need to sell this,” the man panted. “Before it pulls me in again.”
A Watch That Defied Time
The buyer inspected the Rolex. It was, without a doubt, solid gold, covered in what appeared to be ancient battle scars and tiny flecks of what could only be moon dust.
“Sir… where did you get this?”
The man swallowed hard. “I bought it from a gold buyer in 1923.”
“…You mean 2023?”
The man shook his head. “I wish. This watch doesn’t just tell time—it travels through it. I wore it once, and I was transported to the signing of the Declaration of Independence. I wound it backwards, and suddenly I was at the grand opening of the first McDonald’s.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Last time, I wound it too far and woke up in a gladiator pit.”
The diamond buyers in the next room heard this and peeked in. “Wait… a watch that travels through time? That’s gotta be worth a fortune.”
“Yes, but at what cost?” the man hissed. “I’ve barely escaped being trampled by medieval knights, nearly got drafted into the Revolutionary War, and don’t even get me started on what happened when I accidentally met my own grandfather. I cannot have this thing anymore.”
The Bidding War Across Time
Word spread fast. Within an hour, every premium estate buyer in Delray Beach wanted the Rolex. A tech billionaire wanted it to invest in Bitcoin in 2009. A historian wanted to see dinosaurs firsthand. Someone from the back yelled, “I just wanna go back to when gas was under a dollar!”
The auction began, but before the highest bid could be placed, the Rolex began glowing. The air crackled. The numbers on the watch blurred, spinning wildly, and suddenly—
Poof!
Everyone in the room vanished.
The Aftermath
Hours later, a janitor entered the office. The place was eerily silent. The Rolex sat on the counter, untouched. A sticky note next to it read:
"If found, do NOT wear. Unless you want to explain NFTs to cavemen."
The janitor shrugged, picked up the watch, and put it in his pocket. “Might be worth something to the gold buyers.”
And thus, the cycle began again