Just opened my front door with a face mask on.
This isn't the run up to some great punch line, it's the truth.
After having a particularly arduous shave I sometimes use this post shave treatment cream that is applied as a mask. Today's shave was a bitch, it was a three stroker in some areas and four in others. So, the post shave cream comes out and is applied and I go about my chores.
I finish tidying and sit down to make a video using some sound I accquired on Thursday and the pictures from the Saga Balloon Festival. Then... (dramatic pause) the doorbell rings. So, I don't know who it is but I guess that it may be someone going to the party tonight or one of my neighbours, so I go to answer.
Wait a moment, need to put some clothes on, can't answer the door naked. It's ok to sit around the house naked at 3pm but not to answer the door naked. I hastily put jeans on and a dirty T-shirt and rush to the door.
It's no one important, it's two salesmen and they don't speak English. We chat, I try to maintain eye contact so no one notices my flies are unbuttoned but its hard to keep eye contact with two people at once.
Eventually they bow, bow again, bow one more time and leave. I get back to working on the video with a nagging feeling that I've forgotten something... never mind, it will come to me.
Half hour later I see myself in the mirror and my face is two different colours. Fuck!
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