I'm reminded that most people really don't like shaving. As a matter of fact, I don't like shaving. But I prefer shaving to looking scrubby.
Until today.
Long facial hair, a somewhat dull razor, the remnants of some adhesive on my face, and considerable swelling ... I had to take a seat after a bit. Now it looks like I'm trying to grow a poorly groomed goatee, because just the mustache and chin are unshaven. And part of my neck.
So I look like a goober, but I'm going to pull through. I sure hope I can shave better by Sunday, though. Of course, even if I am clean-shaven on Sunday, I half expect that some kid will ask what's wrong with me. My response, obviously, will be to mumble "don't do drugs, kid" through my tightly fastened teeth.
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