Nervous energy abounding, Johnny ran his hand through his dampened locks. Grabbing a towel, he cleared a circle of steam from the bathroom mirror. Everything had to be perfect for tonight’s long anticipated date. Grabbing his shaving cream and razor, he peered into the still cloudy mirror, struggling to see.

"OW!" he yelped, as he nicked his chin. "Great! Just what I don’t need!"

Tearing a corner of toilet paper off of the roll, he pressed it securely over the cut. Running short on time, he dressed quickly and raced out the door… the tissue clinging tightly to his chin…