I often say that I am the Queen of Procrastination. Argue if you must, but that's the truth... you can be the Princess of Procrastination if you like... or the Prince... or the Duke or Duchess even, but Queen is all mine.
If I have a meeting at 2:00 it is not unlikely that I will wait until 1:15 to jump in the shower. If I have to PRESENT at said meeting... Well, let's just say that when I spoke about blogging a few months ago I had a very late night cobbling together my presentation... in the morning? I was just awake enough to slap on clothes, grab my notes (after forgetting them a few times), and jump in the car (someone else's car... I'm a responsible exhausted person)
Today - procrastination caught up with me. My gas light went on 3 days ago. It being summer vacation I don't have too many places that I NEED to be... so I waited... and waited... and told myself with each 4 mile jaunt that I certainly had enough gas for this short trip. This morning? It could not wait any longer... so I nudged the VeggieTeen a few minutes early - there are multiple gas stations on the way to his band rehearsal after all...
The first (my gas station of choice) had a big tanker truck parked there. Now I have no idea if this is actually TRUE, but I heard once that the act of pumping gas IN to the underground tanks is liable to stir up the sludge that has settled to the bottom - and filling your tank at this point is a bad idea. I'm a sucker for that kind of scary story so I passed on that station and continued my drive... passing on my possible misinformation to the VeggieTeen as one of his "life lessons"
Stations #2 is just a hop, skip, and jump further along the left side of the road... so when I swerved into the right lane I got a questioning look from the Veggie Teen.
I guess he was expecting another "life lesson" about why I didn't want to get gas at this particular establishment... because he just laughed at me when I explained that that place piped loud Country music into the parking lot.
But... Country music makes me crabby. Crabby drivers are bad drivers... see, it was a safety lesson after all!
(For the record: I love Google, I love that I can find a Country Music artist beginning with the letter P without actually having to know what they sing/drawl/twang... whichever)
(For the other record: VeggieTeen was not even late to band practice... but I did have to only fill up the car to 1/3... still putting a huge dent in the bank account)