Cheeky

Yesterday morning I almost took my left cheek off with my razor. That’s because with each addition of a blade, razors become exponentially more dangerous. Now instead of one cut you’ll get three – or God forbid, five. Several months ago I cut myself with my razor of choice, the Mach 3 Turbo, so named for how quickly you can take off an ear. To be more accurate, I gave myself three parallel cuts that looked as if a cat had taken a swipe at my face.

The same thing almost happened today, though at least my survival instincts kept the damage down to a minor scuff. Hey, it’s a gamble I’m willing to take for a smooth shave. But as blades get wider and wider, it seems inevitable that one day someone will be killed.