The Time I Shaved Only Half of My Right Leg

Although there are plenty of options for us all right now, we are all going to utter the phrase, “I’m bored.” I think this is normal. Yesterday, instead of doing anything on my to-do list, I found myself thinking, “I’m gonna shave my legs.” I have one of those Flawless razors, and this has brought me great shaving joy since purchasing it. I seriously love this razor-like no other: no razor burn, no cuts, just gloriously shaved legs.

As I realized it wasn’t shaving-like normal, I thought, “I need to clean this.” Of course, I was right, and it needed to be cleaned like whoa. Doing what it said to clean it, I took it apart and did not think about holding it over the toilet after doing so. My whole purpose of going into the bathroom was to flush all the hairs down the toilet. As I turned it over to shake out said hairs, all the little pieces fell in the toilet.

I stared at them in the bottom for a moment and knew what I had to do. Sticking my hand into the toilet, I pulled most of the razor heads out. Then in horror, I realized that I pushed the one up into the small hole in the toilet. You know the one. So there I am, sticking my finger into the hole and pushing it forward so I can move it to the side of the bowl and get it out. Thankfully, I managed to do this, but part of me kept thinking, “I’m gonna have to order a replacement head because of this insanity.“

After getting everything clean, I looked at my partly shaven right leg and then my leg. My left leg that had not been touched for the duration of this insanity and knew right then and there I was not touching the other leg. In fact, after all the hoopla, I wasn’t even going to finish shaving the rest of my right leg. I had decided to walk around with only part of my leg shaven right then and there. And mainly because of the following thought process: “WHO WILL EVER KNOW? ISN’T LIKE ANYONE IS COMING OVER HERE!“

My dad nor uncle noticed this. I walked around the house for a good three days afterward, not caring until the day I looked over and saw my razor sitting on my nightstand. And it was during one of those “might as well, don’t have anything else to do,” thought processes that I shaved the rest of my right leg AND my left entire left leg. I even went as far as to shave my armpits, which was the worst idea ever. Electric razors and armpits are bad; I’ve decided since it burned.

Regardless, I could have kept this story to myself, but instead, I thought this is too weird not to share. Besides, who else could this happen to besides me? If this has happened to you, please share it and make me feel better in my moment of sheer terror thanks to a razor and my momentary lapse in judgment.

As I realized it wasn’t shaving like normal, I thought, “I need to clean this.” Of course, I was right and it needed to be cleaned like whoa. Doing what it said to clean it, I took it apart and did not think about holding it over the toilet after doing so. My whole purpose of going into the bathroom was to flush all the hairs down the toilet. As I turned it over to shake out said hairs, all the little pieces fell in the toilet.

I stared at them in the bottom for a moment and knew what I had to do. Sticking my hand into the toilet, I pulled most of them out. Then in horror I realized that I pushed the one up into the small hole in the toilet. You know the one. So there I am, sticking my finger into the hole and pushing it forward so I can move it to the side of bowl and get it out. Thankfully, I managed to do this, but part of me kept thinking, “I’m gonna have to order a replacement head because of this insanity.“

After getting everything clean, I looked at my partly shaven right leg and then my leg. My left leg that had not been touched for the duration of this insanity and knew right then and there I was not touching the other leg. In fact, after all the hoopla I wasn’t even going to finish shaving the rest of my right leg. I had made the choice to walk around with only part of my leg shaven right then and there. And mainly because of the following thought process: “WHO WILL EVER KNOW? ISN’T LIKE ANYONE IS COMING OVER HERE!“

Needless to say, my dad nor uncle noticed this. I walked around the house for a good three days afterward not caring until the day I looked over and saw my razor sitting on my nightstand. And it was during one of those “might as well, don’t have anything else to do,” thought processes that I shaved the rest of my right leg AND my left entire left leg. I even went as far to shave my arm pits, which was the worst idea ever. Electric razors and armpits are bad I’ve decided since it burned.

Regardless, I could have kept this story to myself, but instead I thought this is too weird not to share. Besides, who else could this happen to besides me? If this has happened to you though, please share it and make me feel better in my moment of sheer terror thanks to a razor and my momentary lapse in judgement.