8:10AM.  In order to get to work on time, I need to leave by 8:10AM.

The morning was chugging along quickly.  Too quickly.  Breakfast.  Chores.  The minutiae that fills life.  I glanced at the clock.  8:10 was fast approaching.

I had a critical decision to make.  Shave or not to shave?  That was the question.  Be a little late and look fine or go with the scruff and be on-time?

Grabbing the can of Barbasol, I had made my choice.  Being on-time is temporary, but looking fine lasts all day.