You’re halfway through the removal, and you realize you have no blade bank. Don’t panic. Grab the nearest sturdy cardboard box—a cereal box works perfectly.
Slide the blade into the side of the cardboard, so it’s trapped between two layers. Then wrap the whole thing in a thick wad of duct tape. It looks hideous, like a failed art project, but it’s 100% safe. It’s a blade sarcophagus.
The Zen of the Thing
Taking out a razor blade is a meditation on letting go. You are separating the sharp from the safe, the dull from the fresh. It’s weirdly satisfying once you get it right.
Don’t rush it. If you treat the blade like a wasp that you respect, not a wasp you want to smash, you’ll emerge unscathed. And if you do nick yourself? Laugh. It’s a rite of passage. Just don’t do it over the bathmat this time.
Soon, you’ll be changing blades like a pro, chuckling at your past self who used to juggle them like a circus clown with a death wish. You’ve got this. Now go enjoy that smoothest of shaves.
