So I went to Rite Aid yesterday because I needed a razor because the one I’ve been using for a year broke when I went to shave my armpits yesterday. I rarely shave my legs unless it gets too long and it starts to snag when I put my socks on or it gets so long that there’s a danger of a wildfire starting. Sometimes I think about braiding the hair so it looks like my legs have dreadlocks but that sounds like a LOT of work. But I do shave my pits. I’m not from the 1960s. Or Greece.
So I buy the cheapest blades I could find. A four pack at $4.49. Not too bad. After buying candy and iced coffee I’ll have exactly $14.55 in my checking account. I feel like such a grown up. I get into the shower today and what the fuck? I bought a shitty pack of broken razors. I’m trying to be a damn lady and shave and somebody in quality control was taking a snooze when my pack went by. I was about to go on a verbal rant under the shower head, pissed off that I was going to have to buy another pack when I was saving that money for another bag of M&Ms when I looked closer at the razor.
I’d forgotten to take the piece of protective plastic off the razor.