Gents,

I hereby make apologies to Mr. Buddy [name withehld], who, after being informed of shaving in the shower as a concept, brought up some considerations, which I, in my rash judgment, deemed not worthy of concern. Buddy mentioned the fact that, as one shaved in the shower, perhaps there was the chance that the razor could drop out of the hand, and cut "something" on the way down. I had initially thought, "drop out of the hand?!? what, is he crazy?" I mulled over the intense technological advances in the razor hand grips that we enjoy everyday and thought, "that is like a one-in-a-million type accident." Well, read on...

Last week, while enjoying a warm frothy shower, armed with razor, and doing a fine, once-over, on the "dirt" that occasionally appears on my face, I had a strange accident. You see, I just moved into my new place about 6 months ago, and since that time I have been battling to find the sweet spot on my shower controls. But across that whole period of time, I have not once had a smooth, stable-temperatured shower. That's right: with no warning, the shower will jump from "just how you like it" to full scald or arctic undercurrent. Unable to develop a skill at setting the gauges for water flow (if one is even possible!), I have developed cat-like abilities to spring from the pain. In fact, I have even learned to sense the changes just before they happen.

On the particular morning in question I got bold. I became aware that the temperature change was coming butI stayed in the flow. As burning water hit my back, I thought, "this will only be a moment, I can take it, and then it will go away." And then a thousand daggers of burning hot water streams hit my back. For a few seconds I was fine, but then it was too much and there was no sign of coming abatement. I cut my losses and decided to go straight for the hot knob. I used my right hand. My right hand was holding my razor. As I swung my panicking hand down and behind me to find the hot knob, the razor, in a stroke of Sweeny Todd brilliance, opened up a long, paper-cut thin slice across my right hip. I shouted out in pain, the heat stayed on my back, and there was nearly a complete breakdown of CT. It was indeed a rough moment.

Well, I have since healed, but thought, "My story must be told to others." There are dangers, my friends. Like fire, shaving in the shower is our friend, as long as we respect it. Heed well the concerns of Buddy, or you may well find yourself bleeding from the hip, like a haphazard fella you work with.

Thanks for listening,

CT (Back)