I started cutting my own hair this past weekend and did a touch-up today as I realized the spots I missed. A seasoned autosartorial maintenance wiz told me that doing a blind shave followed by a mirror-assisted second run is what separated the men from the boys. Next time I’ll try. For now, I’m collecting the shavings into a cardboard box as I don’t want to muss up my dad’s bathroom floor. The box is full of magic wrappers from opening stuff for the latest set and is now interspersed with a few strata of clippings.  Normally, I reseal the box but failed to and left it in the master bedroom.
Heard in the Robinson household at about 7:00 PM.
My Dad: Terry, what the hell have you and your friends been doing?