A guy brought in a Polaroid SX-70 that his wife had carried on their first date
He came into my shop about five years ago, holding it like a baby bird. The leather was worn smooth, and the viewfinder was cloudy. He said, 'She passed last month, and I found this in her closet. It still has the picture from that night in the viewfinder, but it's all faded.' I got it open, and sure enough, the old film pack was fused to the rollers. Cleaning it out took me two hours with isopropyl and a set of dental picks I keep for gunk like that. When I got it working and that little motor whirred, he just sat there quiet for a minute. He didn't care about the cost, just that it could make a sound again. Makes you think about all the stories sitting broken in drawers. What's the oldest personal item someone's brought you to fix?