Razors pain you; rivers are damp...
I thought if anything did me in this past weekend, it would be allergies.
Wrong.
Last night, I started my leg shaving routine with the ankle - always the trickiest and potentially bloodiest part. This time, with my mind elsewhere, I forgot to un-point my foot for the delicate task. I now have five short, albeit deep cuts, one after the other, like a little ladder going up my Achilles. Took at least 30 minutes to stop bleeding. Looked like the blood-going-down-the-drain shot from Psycho.
My own fault. Still, enough to make me curse Gilette, summer (shorts season), and feminine grooming requirements in general.
Wrong.
Last night, I started my leg shaving routine with the ankle - always the trickiest and potentially bloodiest part. This time, with my mind elsewhere, I forgot to un-point my foot for the delicate task. I now have five short, albeit deep cuts, one after the other, like a little ladder going up my Achilles. Took at least 30 minutes to stop bleeding. Looked like the blood-going-down-the-drain shot from Psycho.
My own fault. Still, enough to make me curse Gilette, summer (shorts season), and feminine grooming requirements in general.