FOR 25 years, after safety razor blades were dulled by my whiskers, I would drop the blades into a little slot in the back of our metal medicine cabinet. Through that quarter-century, this little repository grew rusty around the edges, but of course, I kept dropping my used blades into the slot.Doing some math, he figured he had 3 pounds of razor blades, which worked out to 2,495 blades. He also figured he used each blade twice, so they represented 13.67 years of daily shaving.
Now I know what happened to them. When Mike Bush, present owner of the house, remodeled the bathroom he tore out the medicine cabinet.
"Down in the wall, resting on a cross-joist, were these thousands of razor blades," he said to me. "I presume most or all were all used by you. Here, take them."
It almost makes me curious about how many razor blades I've gone through in my life, and how many more I'll go through before I don't need to shave anymore. Not curious enough to try to figure it out, but it's my idle thought for the day.