Small Victories

One of the things you learn to do when you hit rock bottom, is to relish any chance you get to stick it to The Man. Today I got revenge on one company whose product I've been using daily for as long as I can remember. They've been trying to use forced obscelence to squeeze extra money out of me for years now. I'm as big of a technophile as the next geek, but two blades were plenty. Now they're up to 4, and trying to do away with old-fashioned customers like me.

Anyway, things with this fine company have gotten out of (quality) control. The little artificially intelligent hair preparers aren't glued in right half the time, and the extra protrusions end up leaving a 1/16th-inch sideburn all down my face. And a scar if I'm lucky.

So I bought a pack of 8 of the Sensor 3 for $15.99 the other day b/c they were out of the sanely priced ones. Sure enough, after taking that hit (which was before I ran out of money, although it probably helped propel me thataway), two of the mil-spec blades turned out to be duds. This from the guy who invented the safety razor.

Anyway, I used the six that worked, and took the other two back. Now my receipt file has paid for itself. I rule.

Not one of my best stories, but there's no point in a blog that's interesting all the time. I've got to make the good entries stand out somehow.