The charger for my electric shaver was missing!
It was a Saturday evening and I’d spent it turning my flat upside down — still there was no trace of the charger. Even worse, no shop had a suitable one in stock.[1]
Monday morning 5:45 a driver would be waiting to pick me up and bring me to the airport, so I could spend another week working in a far away country — without a working shaver.
Sure many people think that a three day stubble is really sexy, but sadly my boss is not amongst them — either that or he does not want us to be sexy.
So it seemed like the only viable solution was to get a safety razor[2] and scrap the beard off my face — the old fashioned way.
I guess I lost more blood than beard, but in the end all my stubbles were hidden under a thick layer of dried blood.
The only good thing in situations like this is that Ting will always listen to my problems and is there to comfort and help me when I have troubles.
I found your charger online. Oh and it’s so funny how the japanese housewives complain how stupid their husbands are to loose such a big thing — by the way, how did you loose yours?
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