Saturday, November 21, 2015

Harry's razor

I woke up at 6am to get ready to drive to an elementary school where I'd be speaking to 570 kinder through 5th grade students.  Terrifying!

As I was about to shave, I remembered the new Harry's razor I got recently, which I hadn't opened yet, and which people have been raving about.  I thought I could use all the help I could get, so I put my old razor down and went upstairs to fetch the new razor package.  I opened it and admired the beautiful razor, and then I admired the beautiful shaving gel that came with it. 

As I shaved, I was underwhelmed.  The shave felt and looked just like any other shave I've ever done.  I didn't see what all the fuss was about.

When I finished, I realized I had used the new gel but I was shaving with my old, regular razor.  The new Harry's razor was on the sink, virgin before blind eyes.

So I left the Harry's razor for another day and decided to rely on my inner bravery to confront the youngsters.

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