What appeared to just be a dead battery is now the complete death of my wristwatch. My humble but trusty Expedition has finally succumbed to the corrosive cocktail of chemicals my epidermis constantly excretes. I’m ashamed to say that the backs of every piece of jewelry I’ve ever owned eventually develop pits and damage, yes, even real gold. To see a real time video of this effect in action, please rent or purchase James Cameron’s 1986 sci-fi thriller, Aliens.
Anyhow, I’ve decided to have a watch I recieved as a gift a while back fitted (it has one of those nightmarish metal-linkage bands).