Steve Mott's Shave
Chapter 4
It was a grievous betrayal. And it was committed intentionally...
Attending class required a decent shave. I didn't have much time. I peered nervously at my bathroom counter and was relieved to find no guards on duty, with the exception of an unobservant and disinterested toothbrush. I quietly opened my side drawer and slowly drew my Norelco from the back corner. Careful. Caaareful.
"What are you doing?" Oh no. It was Edwin. He had been watching all along.
"N-nothing," I stuttered, deeply ashamed.
"You gonna shave today?"
"Yeah, definitely! I'm definitely gonna shave. Um, I am just going to hurry to class, but tonight, or, you know, first thing tomorrow morning, we're gonna hang out! You and I!"
"So what are you doing with that electric shaver?"
"What electric shaver?"
"The one in your hand."
"Oh this electric shaver? Oh, I was just going to, you know, probably just throw it away. It's not like I need it anymore." Edwin stared at me. "Seriously, Mr. J, I was just taking it out to look at it." Edwin continued staring. "Hey, oh my gosh, is that shavette over there looking at you?!" I didn't wait to see if the ruse had worked or not, but I bolted from the room, flipping on my Norelco and passing it over my face in wild, guilty abandon.
Then I went to class. What had I done? I was less than a man. I was a guy who used an electric shaver. I was nobody.
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Hehe, still practicing my lathers before I bring the blade to my face again! I want to be
proficient before I move on to technique. Not to worry, gentlemen, I'm still loving all of this despite my setbacks. I appreciate all the encouragement and friendly support. It won't be long now til we stand shoulder to shoulder!
