I had what I now consider a pretty bad shave last week - slightly less than BBS, a little fuzzier than usual mid-afternoon, my skin seemed a little dull and lacked that nice clean shine I'm used to. Maybe even a little dot of blood on my upper lip that close up almost right away. I mean, this had me depressed all day!
Then I remembered what bad shave used to mean. There was a time last summer when I was in so much pain while driving around on sales calls that I stopped at 2 different malls (one in the a.m. and one after lunch) and bought different cooling balms - neither of which particularly worked - and kept a steady stream of them onto my face while driving. There was another time when I straight up walked into a CVS on Market Street in Philly, opened a jar of L'Oreal aftershave balm, slapped a bunch on my face and walked out - and felt so much better that I went back and hit up the same jar a couple hours later
Then I remembered what bad shave used to mean. There was a time last summer when I was in so much pain while driving around on sales calls that I stopped at 2 different malls (one in the a.m. and one after lunch) and bought different cooling balms - neither of which particularly worked - and kept a steady stream of them onto my face while driving. There was another time when I straight up walked into a CVS on Market Street in Philly, opened a jar of L'Oreal aftershave balm, slapped a bunch on my face and walked out - and felt so much better that I went back and hit up the same jar a couple hours later
