digital detritus

This story is really about what went on when I first shaved my head.

I was at work late on a Friday night and I’d been thinking about shaving my head for a couple of days. So I decided to do it. Step one, find some clippers.

You wouldn’t think that finding clippers to shave your head would be all that tough. But at 8pm on a Friday in downtown Boston it’s not all that easy. After walking about 15 blocks and looking high and low. I finally found a beard trimmer at the local CVS and I figured, what the hell. So armed with a battery operated beard trimmer, a Mach 3 razor and some shaving cream I went back to my office.

Back in my office I lined up a couple of trash cans to catch the hair as I shaved it off. For those of you who haven’t tried to shave your own head, it can take a while with small under powered beard trimmer. I got most of the hair off of my head with the clippers but to really get that smooth finish I had to shave the stubble.

Now I’m a big fan of being comfortable so I’d taken off my shoes and socks. And, of course, I didn’t want any hair down my shirt so I’d stripped to the waist as well. With razor and shaving cream in hand I headed to the mens room to finish the job.

I got my head all lathered up and started to shave. Fellas this is one hell of a sensation. about half way through my head it occured to me that I didn’t have my keys in my pocket and the door to my office had locked behind me.

Ok, so here’s the image. I’m only wearing pants, I’ve got a head covered in shaving cream, it’s late on a Friday night and I’m locked out of my office. Oh, and it was March.

So, I finished shaving my head, cleaned myself up as well as I could and headed out to see if I could find someone to let me in to my office. Of course, there’s no one else in the building. So, I found a phone, called the university police and asked to be let back into my office. They said they would have a locksmith meet me at my office.

On my way back to my office I ran across the janitor in the building. I tried to explain to him (I only speak english, he didn’t at all) that I needed to get back into my office. After a few minutes of pantomime I gave up and went back to wait for the locksmith.

As I’m heading down the stairs to my office I run into the locksmith on his way up to find me. He did a double take when he saw me.

“Don’t even ask” I said.

“Did this have something to do with the game tonight” he asked.

“I only wish it was that easy” I replied.

He let me back into my office. I retrieved my keys, shoes, shirt and coat and headed home.

That is the story of how I shaved my head.