I forgot to pack my razor on our Christmas trip. We were stuck overnight in ATL to some Delta delays. Delta, when asked nicely at the new Terminal B Sky Club, put us up in the Atlanta Airport Marriott.
I asked if they had razors and from under the counter a Bic razor was produced.
In a sign of the demasculinization of the modern male, or just me, I almost took my face off without 5 blades, battery buzz, and microfin comfort guards.
Some spurts started quickly, others welled.
Upon completion and mopping up, I had a roguish gouge from my chin.
I emerged, rugged man back from adventure.