This morning I was getting ready for work and turned around a bit too quickly; I must have brushed up against the little narrow strip of molding on the wall that holds razors "on display." I heard something hit the floor and looked down expecting disaster.
There she was, on the black and white (hard) ceramic tile.
My beloved GEM G-bar.
Unscathed. Not so much as a scratch, or dent, or misalignment, or flaw of any kind.
Goodness, they knew how to make 'em, didn't they?
There she was, on the black and white (hard) ceramic tile.
My beloved GEM G-bar.
Unscathed. Not so much as a scratch, or dent, or misalignment, or flaw of any kind.
Goodness, they knew how to make 'em, didn't they?