File this under my weekend of getting Henned …
Saturday morning, after a night of beers with Rich Henn, I’m up fairly early, and take a shower to wake up. I’m feeling moderately OK, all things considered, and am just looking forward to a relaxing morning. Before I get in the shower I was standing in front of the sink with my shaving kit, and when I reached into it for my travel-size shampoo, I recoiled.
Out came my finger, covered in blood. While rummaging around in the shaving kitFile this under my weekend of getting Henned …
Saturday morning, after a night of beers with Rich Henn, I’m up fairly early, and take a shower to wake up. I’m feeling moderately OK, all things considered, and am just looking forward to a relaxing morning. Before I get in the shower I was standing in front of the sink with my shaving kit, and when I reached into it for my travel-size shampoo, I recoiled.
Out came my finger, covered in blood. While rummaging around in the shaving kit, my razor managed to come loose, and my pointer finger ran roughshod right across the blades.
Not the worst thing that ever happened to me on Henn’s watch, but I’ve still got the grated finger as proof of my visit …
Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2009/03/25 17:17
