Jacobson, Alan Coms 101 Winn Close Shave I’ve never had too worry much about shaving. The worst that happens if I go a few days without it is a thin, unnoticeable moustache and a few long hairs sprouting from my chin. I do try to keep myself groomed, but there was a time where I wouldn’t touch a razor if you paid me, and it was immediately after a painful lesson I learned as a toddler, the lesson being that razors hurt, if used improperly. My lesson began with a strong desire do be like my dad. I would try to imitate things he would do and say, and loved spending time with him. But something I couldn’t imitate was the thick moustache he has, something that he has always had, as long as I can remember. As a matter of fact, the first time I saw my dad without a moustache was somewhere in the time between my sophomore and junior years of high school. My dad had grown a full beard [in a matter of days, of course] to accompany his moustache on a whim, but my mom wouldn’t have it. So my dad shaved all the hair off of his face. I didn’t recognize him when I came home that day,I thought our house must’ve been broken into. Nevertheless, my dad shaves often and I often saw him shaving as a child. When I was four, somehow a plan hatched in my mind to practice shaving for when I was older [practice I didn’t end up needing terribly]. I waited for my dad to leave for work one day, then went into my parents’ bathroom and searched through their drawers for my dad’s razor. My impression of a shaving razor as a four year old was that it was a magical device that, when drug across your face, would remove the hair growing there. This is why I am not an engineering student, and I didn’t hesitate to bring the razor to my face. Had I inspected the device closer, I would have noticed that each of the protrusions at the head of the razor were made of metal, and were very sharp. I was afforded the knowledge of this fact handson, however, when I brought the razor onto my chin and...