Shaving

Mr. Temper Tantrum requires all of us guys at the store to shave our mugs every god damned day before we start our shift. He's a total psycho about it. I don't think we need to be clean-shaven every day just to sell a bag of groceries. For myself and Senor 23 it's a nuisance. I get serious razor burn no matter how I shave my neck. At the absolute most I shave twice a week and I just hope Mr. Temper Tantrum doesn't notice. Anything more than shaving twice a week and I get tore down. My skin just can't handle it. Senor 23 hates it too. The other day Mr. Temper Tantrum spotted Senor 23 on the sales floor unshaved. It was no big deal really. He didn't have quarter inch long whiskers or anything. He had some stubble but he didn't look like a bum. Mr. Temper Tantrum came unglued and started shrieking at Senor 23 right in front of customers. He yelled, "I thought I told you to shave"! At that point he grabbed Senor 23 by the shirt collar and dragged him down the hygeine aisle. He lunged at a pack of BIC disposable razors and a small can of shaving cream and put them in one hand. Then the freak grabbed Senor 23's shirt collar with the other hand and continued dragging him through the store. I had to see what was going to happen so I hung back a bit but followed.

They burst through the double swinging doors back by the milk box and Senor 23 was dragged into the men's bathroom. Apparently Mr. Temper Tantrum threw both the package of razors and the can of shaving cream into the sink and shouted into Senor 23's ears that he could not come out of the restroom until he shaved his face. Mr. Temper Tantrum stormed out of the bathroom with such rage that he nearly broke the door off it's hinges in the process. He was his usual bright red arteries-bulging-from-his-neck-psychopathic self when he walked back out onto the sales floor.

Senor 23 has the impressive ability to rarely ever get angry. He can really keep his cool. He's also a crafty mother fucker with serious balls when required. He decided to shave one half of his face and neck. That's it. The other side he left the stubble. Did a fair job of keeping the line straight all the way down too. When he came back out onto the floor everyone was looking at him like he was a retard but he just went right back to work like nothing had happened. For the rest of his shift every time Mr. Temper Tantrum was around, he just kept the shaved side of his face towards him. It was so damned funny. The idiot didn't catch on even once for the rest of the day and he never saw his half shaved mug. I swear our store director is the world's biggest moron. He's also the worst boss I've ever had.