I tend to forget, this forum has astringent guidelines. I'd badger brush myself off and try again in a less Ingrown-up way.
The parking Valet took my Rolls and I shouted out "Strop!". But he said he couldn't because it was such a Gem. I went MANTIC and managed to shave the day by giving him a J-Hook. I was ashamed that I rolled my edge, and vowed never to look back and look forward to the FUTUR.
Oh give me a home where the Badgers roam and the Boar and the synthetics play where seldom is heard a discouraging word and the beards are not cloudy all day...