I fear the dreaded rheumatoid arthritis curse will make it impossible to shave my self.
Or worse... reformulated again.Williams will be discontinued.
I'm afraid that my need to experiment with new creams and blades and brushes will somehow involve me shaving my cat after I run out of places on my to shave. That won't end well for either of us.
I fear that even a minor earthquake will cause my stocks of shaving goodies to come crashing down upon me, pinning me helplessly beneath a pile of Trumper and TOBS, Superspeeds and Slims, Bengalls and Bokers - where I will lie, unaided, my cries for help muffled into obscurity by Badger and Boar hair until I succumb to starvation.
Rescue workers will find my dehydrated but pleasantly scented corpse - poisoned when I drank the Aqua Velva and Vegetal as a result of being driven to insanity by thirst.
The final indignity will be that some unknowing and uncaring mouth breathing cartridge user will toss my carefully accumulated collection into a dumpster after being hired to clear the house.
I weep.
Alopecia Areata
I have, what I assume, is a typical fear.
I feel as though every time I discover a new and enjoyable product, that particular company will discontinue it, by virtue of the fact that I have discovered it; And whats worse, it has happened on many an occasion.
For instance:
Ben & Jerry's Black and Tan Ice Cream, gone. Why God!? Why!!!!?
American Crew Classic Shaving Cream in a tub. Better than the stuff in the tube. I've since found other loves but, it still disturbs me.
I can tell already that you have not been chosen by the Veg.
Leave it alone please.