He spoke "Man."
Jan. 31st, 2011 12:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsIn my eternal quest for the perfect shave, I stopped by the Bellvue Shopping Center on the way home the other day to drop in on Excalibur, one of the few places I know that carries Colonel Conk, my preferred brand of soap. I was reminded as I arrived that JenK had recommended an alternative in the same shopping center, so I stopped by The Art of Shaving instead.
The very gay establishment near my office does not carry safety blades. The Art of Shaving, however, does indeed have "the kind of clientele who use that sort of thing, hmm." Not only that, but the proprietor of the place said (note: "said") he was a safety razor man himself, and even asked if I store my razor in mineral oil.
Good heavens, he spoke "man."
In the end, his excellent salesmanship sold me on a cake of sandalwood shaving soap, that's actually very nice in quality. I spent probably twice what I would have at Excalibur, and got about twice as much soap out of the deal. We shall see if it lasts as long as he claimed.
The very gay establishment near my office does not carry safety blades. The Art of Shaving, however, does indeed have "the kind of clientele who use that sort of thing, hmm." Not only that, but the proprietor of the place said (note: "said") he was a safety razor man himself, and even asked if I store my razor in mineral oil.
Good heavens, he spoke "man."
In the end, his excellent salesmanship sold me on a cake of sandalwood shaving soap, that's actually very nice in quality. I spent probably twice what I would have at Excalibur, and got about twice as much soap out of the deal. We shall see if it lasts as long as he claimed.
