In my younger days, a visit to the barber’s – also known as “Hairdressing Salon” inevitably meant a close shave with one of the most sinister-looking tools on this planet.
One look at that Cut-Throat Razor and I could feel lumps in my throat as I stuck my neck out. I did not have much facial hair, but the barber took pains to execute precision scrapes to ensure every single bristle that appeared at the wrong place would be sliced off at its root.
However, at the end of the somewhat hate-and-love session, it was a clean and cool feeling – especially with a dab of aftershave lotion.
These days, these tools have largely been superseded by disposable razors. Yes, with the prevalence of HIV, the old method would have presented itself as a very real close shave with death.