you've had your luxurious Saturday morning shave.
you've applied your healing balms and ointments and expensive stinkums.
you've put away all the gear and poured your second cup.
With a morning smooch, SO confirms you got "that spot" that often irritates.
You're browsing B&B - idly faceturbating.
Your self-satisfied BBS smile freezes on your face.... you stop.
Under your chin, hidden in a little crevice of "it's-character-it's-not-middle-age-chubbiness..." you discover... a little rough patch.
This is not the kind of rough patch that Mr. and Mrs. T. Woods find themselves in... it's not the rough patch that the world economy is struggling through - it's just the nubbins of two or five facial hairs - just enough nubbins to force revocation of the morning's Declaration of BBS.
The question then, brother B&B-ers:
What would YOU do?