hrmm
Okay somebody tell me if i'm wrong here.
No wait i haven't started yet!
ha
*ahem*
Anyway... so i was on my way to work this morning and as i'm walking up the stairs from the station i see this guy a little ways in front of me pressing and moving something on his face. I caught up to him a bit and realised it was a shaver.
Yes, a shaver.
An electric shaver.
At the station, on the way to work.
I told my beloved Stumpy aka Zoe (the blondest Afghani girl in the world) at work about this and she said she'd seen someone do that before and didn't seem that surprised.
Is it not odd? Do men do that nowadays? Does his workplace not have a bathroom?
And does this mean i can wax my legs on the train and nobody will look twice?
Social boundaries are pesky little things :P
No wait i haven't started yet!
ha
*ahem*
Anyway... so i was on my way to work this morning and as i'm walking up the stairs from the station i see this guy a little ways in front of me pressing and moving something on his face. I caught up to him a bit and realised it was a shaver.
Yes, a shaver.
An electric shaver.
At the station, on the way to work.
I told my beloved Stumpy aka Zoe (the blondest Afghani girl in the world) at work about this and she said she'd seen someone do that before and didn't seem that surprised.
Is it not odd? Do men do that nowadays? Does his workplace not have a bathroom?
And does this mean i can wax my legs on the train and nobody will look twice?
Social boundaries are pesky little things :P