Friday, March 25, 2011

Electric Success

For Christmas, my father gave me the ChromePro 25 piece deluxe electric razor set. I was like Ralph opening a Red Rider BB gun, words could not express my enthusiasm. Now I possessed the tools needed (25 to be exact) to coiffure my own hair.

When my hair had grown sufficiently long, I turned to my electric razor. After setting up a nice styling space with table and mirror, I plugged in and turned on my electric razor. I was immediately overwhelmed, bushwhacked by the intensity of the razor. Shaken up (literally) by the force of the vibration, I directed all energy towards maintaining control of the hot potato while my ears were agonizing over the tintamarre caused by the extreme vibrations. Attempting to tame my rogue razor, I used two hands to navigate the razor in a squiggle across my scalp. Approximately halfway through my attempted self-sufficiency, the hot potato became too hot and, afraid that the smoke signals were going to draw unnecessary attention to my plight, I abandoned ship. Accepting failure, I walked through town to visit my local barber, who was all too pleased to cut the other half of my hair (although not at half price).

Well, eventually the time came for attempt number two. Learning from my mistake, I knew that I needed to be more strategic in my use of the electric razor. One week prior to moving to Ghana, while roaming the aisles of Target, I stumbled upon a budget adapter/converter. For as much as I would spend on a hot dog at a New York City street vendor, I impulsively added the device to my checkout cart. Since the purchase six months prior, I had been fearful of using this questionable apparatus for fear that it had the life-ending Midas touch. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and my hair was approaching Beiber length (clearly no defense of desperation needed). Turning on the electric razor, I was ever thankful to see and hear it operating smoothly.

It might have been six months, but I was finally successful at cutting my own hair. And I learned a new meaning of smoke and mirrors in the process.

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