Originally Posted by topflightpro

A few years ago, I shaved the beard and left the mustache before picking my wife up to go meet friends at the bar. She was not happy with me. Had we passed a drug store, she would have made me stop to buy a razor to shave it off in the car. She didn't speak with me all night, other than to call me a f----- idiot and to tell me when we go home, I was going to shave that f------ thing off.

To be fair, I did look like a baseball player or pornstar from the 70s. Or worse.