You ever shave in the morning, think "great job there, got rid of all those hairs that were growing on my face" then later touch your face and find stray folicles which still protrude. Survivors.
Can't do anything about it though, can you? Because now you're at your desk. You want nothing more than to grab a razor and level the offending area, but you can't. You're just a tufty faced bastard and now everyone hates you.
Anyway, post some incredible shaving advice or tales that involve shaving, such as that time you almost got mugged but your face was smooth enough that you got away.
Zero replies as you all have beards.