I do not like shaving. I feel like it takes a very long time, and it’s pretty pointless. The day after, you can barely tell that I even took the trouble to do so. And by the second day I’m forced to repeat the entire process. Unless day two happens to roll around on a Friday morning, and I’m gearing up for a nice, long weekend of going “dirts.”
On my days off from shaving, you can catch me rocking a bit of stubble, or as some refer to it the 5 o’clock shadow. It’s not that I love the look of stubble, and I don’t particularly enjoy the feel of it. During my day off, I start to sprout these long, dark hairs from a particular spot on my face. The spot resembles a mole only without the pigmentation. We’ve always referred to this spot and/or its hair growth as my Ds, a shortened version of the word disgusting.
The Ds have always been a touchy subject for me. I don’t like the way that they look, and I’ve always tried to keep them out of the visibility of others. One day in high school, I was driving to school and realized that the Ds had sprouted out. Desperate for a remedy, I scraped up two dimes from the ashtray/coin holder, and pressed them between by index finger and thumb of my right hand. With just the right angle and amount of pressure, I was able to use the dimes a la a pair of tweezers. With a firm grasp on the individual D, I yanked the first one out. I’m not going to lie, it hurt. Like a bitch. You know what they say though; no pain, no gain.
I continued plucking the Ds until I had cleared up the entire patch. Proud of my McGyver-style problem solving, I have since used the dimes (Other coins can be used if dimes aren’t available and you find yourself in a–um, pinch. I’ve also used pennies and nickels, but would not recommend attempting this feat with quarters until you’re at an advanced level) to pluck the Ds and gain an extra day between shaving.
Take this advice to heart in an age where beauty tips are a dime a dozen.
