It was my cousins wedding and as the only girl in the family my cousin trusted me to look after his shaving bag so that he could shave after the morning wedding part at the hotel.
As the girls side lived up north we were in the coach and he had a limo.
Anyway, the boot of the limo was so full; I put the shaving bag in the coach thinking the coach would be there all day.
When the time came my cousin asked for the shaving bag, I went outside and to my horror there was no coach, it had gone! And would be back in 2 hours. The look of horror on my cousin’s face will haunt me forever.
The best I could do in such a short time was a pair of bic razors from a local shop, he then told me these are the worst razors blades but it was too late as time was ticking, his face had a few nasty looking cuts on it which kept bleeding, he was not amused, I felt terrible for weeks.