So yesterday morning I open up my razor box and give my razors a look and begin the ritualistic debate of which razor to shave with. Slim? No, he gets regular use. NEW? No, just used him on Thursday. SuperSpeed? No. Flair Tip? No. Aristocrat? Maybe. Fatboy? Hmmm...
For reference, I should explain that none of my razors are in collector's condition and they're razors that are meant to be shaved with so, every single one is kept loaded and used in some form of a rotation. Most of them have Blue IPs, at least one has a Red IP, and apparently one had a brand spankin' new Feather in it.
I couldn't stand that sad look my Fatboy (set to 8) kept giving me day in a day out so I pulled him from the box and held him aloft like King Arthur holding Excalibur. Cut to after the shower and the application of some nice Speick lather. I begin my shave (a relatively fast one as I've got plans to meet some friends for lunch). I finish my sideburns and am marveling at what a close shave I'm getting from this Personna as I start shaving my chin...which has a small scar from a grade school accident where I felt I needed to prove that Newton was right.
"Ouch. Damn, I nicked myself. Well it happens. Wait, that is a lot of blood. Damn, what did I do?" Upon rinsing my chin I find that I've taken a good centimeter of scar tissue and removed it from my face with amazing efficiency. I figure a one pass WTG finish to my neck is in order and proceed to hurry up and complete the shave so I can tend to the cut on my chin. Big mistake.
I finish up shaving my neck knowing that I went way faster than I should, but I know what I'm doing and it was only one pass, right? The rinse with warm water stung a bit. The rinse with cold water stung a bit. The application of the Speich splash made the infamous scene from Home Alone flash through my head. What the holy hell had I done?!
Being the ever curious individual...with blood dripping off his chin, and now down his neck I twist open the Fatboy to reveal a shiny Feather that I completely forgot that I had loaded two weeks back. At that point all I could do was laugh and call my friends and tell them I was going to be late.
What is the moral of the story you ask? There isn't one I just wanted a chance to prove my idiocy again.