So I get up this morning and plan for a leisurely shave--nothing to do for hours, and a couple of ideas to try out.
I soak my brush, warm up a towel and start my prep. Slow, langorous. . .I'm really enjoying the process, and getting that feeling that I'm in for a special shave. You know that feeling, when you can just tell that its going to click.
I lather up with C&E Almond--a particularly great bowl of suds, too--and i can tell the stars are aligning.
Just as I make my first stroke, my lovely and talented wife--she's looking over my shoulder--barges into the bathroom and shouts, "What are you doing? You need to be at the dentist's in 5 minutes? You haven't even showered?!?!? Aaaargh!"
Now, I was sure that the appointment was at 10am, not 9, but its 8:55, and I doubt the dentist will be impressed that I was being elaborate with my prep. So I quickly slam through a 2 pass shave, leaving lots of stubbly patches and plenty o nicks and cuts. Lovely. I even gouged my problem mole and walked into the dentist's office with a giant blood plug popping off my cheek. Suave.
As if its not bad enough to have to go to the dentist--I wasn't even well shaved. The horror.
I soak my brush, warm up a towel and start my prep. Slow, langorous. . .I'm really enjoying the process, and getting that feeling that I'm in for a special shave. You know that feeling, when you can just tell that its going to click.
I lather up with C&E Almond--a particularly great bowl of suds, too--and i can tell the stars are aligning.
Just as I make my first stroke, my lovely and talented wife--she's looking over my shoulder--barges into the bathroom and shouts, "What are you doing? You need to be at the dentist's in 5 minutes? You haven't even showered?!?!? Aaaargh!"
Now, I was sure that the appointment was at 10am, not 9, but its 8:55, and I doubt the dentist will be impressed that I was being elaborate with my prep. So I quickly slam through a 2 pass shave, leaving lots of stubbly patches and plenty o nicks and cuts. Lovely. I even gouged my problem mole and walked into the dentist's office with a giant blood plug popping off my cheek. Suave.
As if its not bad enough to have to go to the dentist--I wasn't even well shaved. The horror.