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I think I crossed some dark line today that I never wanted to cross.

A few days ago, the last drops of my precious shaving oil sputtered out of the bottle. "No problem," I thought. "I can order more."

Except the company I ordered from was gone. After looking around, only American Crew seemed to have a shaving oil product, so I decided to brave the mall and Bon-Macy's to see if they carried anything that might be of use.

After nearly twenty minutes of trying different concoctions, I was no nearer to finding something useable. With all these different products coating my fingertips, I suddenly realized that I'm one of those guys that shops for grooming products at Bon-Macy's. You'd think that my Bumble & Bumble hair care products and hand-made natural bath soap would have tipped me off. Yet, I found myself in the middle of the worst blinding flash of the obvious.

Terrified as I was at what I've become, I still said, "That sounds nice. How about three o'clock Saturday," when the nice sales girl offered me a seat in the upcoming Lab Series skin consultations.

I positively beamed when she added, "Not that you need it."