So I woke up this morning in the best of moods. I skipped my morning shave today because arriving sometime this afternoon is my Alex Jacques custom. I wanted to have a good two days stubble for a new test shave.
Off to work, a busy 9-7 shift at the barber shop. With every cut I did, it was 20 min closer to quitting time. I had it all planned. Quick shower. nice hot steam, thater 28 mm silver tip, mama bear's bay rum soap, that big dirtybird scuttle and my new custom razor. The day was moving smoothly and how appropriate my final service of the day was a straight shave on a customer visiting the U.S. from Scottland. His shave went perfect....not a spot of blood and BBS to boot. It was his first Straight shave and he loved it.
The day was over. Hoped in my whip and headed home with thoughts of cleaning this dirt off my face with a nice big 8/8 custom from A.Jacques. Its my first Damascus razor so Im very excited about tonight's date we have. I pulled into the driveway. Jumped out of my ride and quickly made my way to the front door. The whole time scanning the porch for a pacage from SRD. Hmmm. Nothing in the mailbox. Nothing on the swing. "Well sometimes he leaves packages between the screen door and front door" I told myself. I reached for the handle and there it was, mocking me like a red headed bully on the playground. A slip from USPS "sorry you missed your delivery, you may pick it up after 8am the next morning." I can feel my blood boil. Every other time they leave the package regardless if anyone is home or not.....breathe. count to 10. Tomorrow will be a better day.