After my shower tonight I thought I'd remove the blade from my Long Handle Classic as I always rotate blades out after 5 shaves. I didn't actually shave tonight as Friday is may last shave of the week, I resume on Monday unless there's something special going on.
Well, either my hands were a bit slippery or I really wasn't concentrating hard enough but as I began to unscrew the head of the razor, it slipped out from my fingers, swiveled around at a high speed and dug back into my left index finger removing a sizable chunk.
So there I am, naked as the day, gushing blood like a stuck pig into the sink! It was with a somewhat sheepish tone of voice I called out to my wife in the next room: "Honey, a little help here?"
Moral of the story: razor blades are BLOODY sharp, never let your concentration slip when doing anything with them. There'll be a scar from this one I feel....
Anyone else got a war story they want to share?
Well, either my hands were a bit slippery or I really wasn't concentrating hard enough but as I began to unscrew the head of the razor, it slipped out from my fingers, swiveled around at a high speed and dug back into my left index finger removing a sizable chunk.
So there I am, naked as the day, gushing blood like a stuck pig into the sink! It was with a somewhat sheepish tone of voice I called out to my wife in the next room: "Honey, a little help here?"
Moral of the story: razor blades are BLOODY sharp, never let your concentration slip when doing anything with them. There'll be a scar from this one I feel....
Anyone else got a war story they want to share?