My husband's Norelco electric razor, in daily use. By 1966 it was already some years old when he was drafted by the Army at age 24 to go to Viet Nam. By then, he was a busily employed as a licensed journeyman electrician. In the communal bathroom at Oakland Army Terminal, where several hundred men had gathered to be shipped overseas, he was shaving with his Norelco, when a fellow draftee started this conversation:
"Hey, Dummy, pointing at DH, why did you bring that (razor), don't you know you won't be able to use that over there?"
He replied, "Don't worry, I'll be shaving with this razor when generals go unshaven."
"Yeah, how's that?"
"Because I'm the generator mechanic."
He and It survived and It continues to serve him faithfully, 55 years later. And, in case It fails, he has the identical model inherited from his father as backup.
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