So I was back at the house after nearly a week away for the Thanksgiving holiday. Picture if you will:
This morning, getting ready for work, you step into the shower with a brush, tub of cream, and your trusty EJ DE89L. You place the razor on the hooks hanging from the tile-mounted mirror, start the water, and start washing your hair.
With your eyes closed, you feel your elbow bump the handle of the razor hanging on the hooks. VERY shortly afterward, you felt the razor hit your toe.
Those who have one of these razors know there's a good amount of heft to them; one falling from about 5 1/2 feet and hitting you squarely on your toe hurts.
Then, with your eyes still closed and shampoo running down your face, you remember it's a razor. You start thinking, "Please don't let it be cut; please don't let it be cut; please don't let it be cut."
Then you feel that telltale burn, look down, and see the aftermath washing down the shower drain.
Yes, gentlemen, I managed to remove the very tip of my toe this morning. How is everyone else's first day back from Thanksgiving?
This morning, getting ready for work, you step into the shower with a brush, tub of cream, and your trusty EJ DE89L. You place the razor on the hooks hanging from the tile-mounted mirror, start the water, and start washing your hair.
With your eyes closed, you feel your elbow bump the handle of the razor hanging on the hooks. VERY shortly afterward, you felt the razor hit your toe.
Those who have one of these razors know there's a good amount of heft to them; one falling from about 5 1/2 feet and hitting you squarely on your toe hurts.
Then, with your eyes still closed and shampoo running down your face, you remember it's a razor. You start thinking, "Please don't let it be cut; please don't let it be cut; please don't let it be cut."
Then you feel that telltale burn, look down, and see the aftermath washing down the shower drain.
Yes, gentlemen, I managed to remove the very tip of my toe this morning. How is everyone else's first day back from Thanksgiving?