Come on now, admit it. Most of us, yes, me included, somehow manage to “forget” to shave on the weekends. It “slips our minds”,
we “get distracted” or “have a senior moment”. Sometimes we even “want to grow it out” or “had to escape a burning building”. Whatever.
Just be careful about the griping that will be later, come Monday morning, associated with the pulling sensation of individual beard
hairs being yanked from their roots instead of cleanly shaved off like they do Tuesdays through Thursdays.
Let’s also not forget the cumulative effect of these actions, when the time comes to replace your foil and cutter in nine months versus
twelve to eighteen months-don’t say I didn’t warn you. The longer the hair, the more the pounding the shave head takes.
Not that I am trying to dictate facial policy here, my fine gentlemen. Heaven forbid-I equally partake from amongst the weekend excuses
that give us free reign to be facially forgetful. I just want to say that I said it, okay.
There. Now go shave. You look terrible.