I shave my face quicker than any man still standing. It’s a skill I’ve been blessed with, probably thanks to generations and generations of Kuhls and Duffys who honed this talent long ago.
If you are a doubter, time yourself. I can do a professional job in 35 seconds, sometimes less.
Enough bragging.
Here’s what happened after I wiped the shaving cream from my face this morning.
I looked in the mirror, my bright bathroom lights exploding in my eyes like an officer’s flashlight in a late-night traffic stop.
Holy cow. Who is this old, craggy-faced fellow staring back at me?
New lessons for Don:
1. Dim my bathroom lights (perhaps a shade of blue will help).
2. Look away from the mirror as I wipe the shaving cream from my face with a soft towel. I’m retired. No need to do a final inspection.
3. Put on some positive music (perhaps “Rock What You Got” by Superchick).