Well, it's been two months since I changed blades on that razor. Man, has it been going strong. I can hardly believe it.
Look at the results for yourself. What a close shave! Just as good as the first day. And no nicks, or cuts at all. For two months!
Let's not talk about it though. Let's not jinx things up.
Don't mention anything. Don't even go in the bathroom. Just don't say a word.
I'm gonna enjoy this for as long as I can. Because when it's over, baby...it's over. You know that. I know that. The razor knows that too.
That razor is in the zone. Unconscious. On fire. Please don't talk to it. Certainly don't mention the streak it has going. Don't put the razor in its head.
Maybe some day we can look back on this and put it all in to perspective, but for now....shhhhhh.
When I use the razor in the morning, I'm trying to keep all distractions away from it. I don't look it in the eye. I don't turn on the radio. I keep all the electric razors hidden so it doesn't think I might replace it at a moments notice. I don't even talk to it. Not a peep.
Maybe I'm superstitious but I don't alter the routine. Hot water. Same shaving cream. Start on the right side of the face. Rinse with cold water. Same after-shave. Then, I rinse the razor off and put it back in the same exact place near the sink. Same same same.
I'm worried about what happens when I run out of that shaving cream. Is another can going be able to step in and keep the streak going? I can't say.
I'm talking about it too much. Stop making me screw this up. Let's change the subject.
No, I haven't been watching the Olympics.