What’s the Rush?
In previous posts about my dorfenbergerthalamus, I have mentioned that I have full-blown panic attacks if I am not early for an event. I’m a bit more lackadaisical about other types of deadlines for some reason. And if there is no deadline at all, well…
It doesn’t help that my procrastination consistently gets rewarded. For example, when people submit things that they would like to post to one of the websites I manage, it’s inevitable that they will make revisions two or three times. So, why post it immediately? Instead, I use what I like to think of as the Microwave Popcorn Approach. Don’t open the door until there’s at least 3 seconds between pops. In life this translates to: don’t take action until people calm down and move on to the next emergency.
Or unless you smell smoke. Then you should probably move your butt pretty fast.
So, when Toyota sent me a recall notice, I set it aside and made a mental note to take the car in if I smelled smoke. Which I would probably have done without the recall notice anyway.
Then I got a couple more notices. The popcorn kept on popping.
Then I didn’t hear anything.
Recently, I noticed the Toyota recall notice at the bottom of a stack of paperwork that includes orders to get a mammogram from two years ago.
“Hmm. Let’s see. Spend Thanksgiving holiday getting my breasts smushed or hanging out in the lounge at Toyota?” I thought to myself. Pretty much anything wins over smushed breasts.
Then I got the next recall notice. Recalling the correction of their recall. Basically, whatever they did to fix the problem for all the poor suckers who dutifully raced in there after the first notice did not work. So now those conscientious people get to bring their vehicles back in. Not yet, though. We will all be informed when the correction of the correction is ready to be implemented.
And yes, I am well aware of the fact that my glee over these circumstances dooms me to losing my carburetor on the highway while I’m going 65 mph and singing “Roar” at the top of my lungs.
Nevertheless, I feel procrastination has won out once again.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to make a quick dash to the kitchen to see if I can put a stop to that annoying, high-pitched sound. I guess my popcorn is finally done.
Posted on October 22, 2013, in Humor and tagged humor, life, popcorn, procrastination, random, smoke, Toyota. Bookmark the permalink. 28 Comments.
You know the words to Roar? I’m impressed!
Well, I know, “You’re gonna hear me roar!” That’s kind of the only part I can ever remember. But I sing it loud and clear every time!
I’d be the dork in there 5 minutes after the first recall notice. Colonoscopy…. Not so much.
I refuse to call you a dork because you will probably live far longer than me due to your cautious nature!
Unsafe medical things or car recalls… I pick neither.
I try to go as long as possible without picking either one, too.
I didn’t know there was a song call Roar and just thought when you drove you screamed out roar lion styley to pass the time :0S
That’s what I used to do before the song. It’s my method of intimidating any car hijackers that might be lurking in the back of my car. Now that there’s a song, though, I seem less insane.
O yes, the less sane thing really came across :0P
Too funny! Hubby and I had this exact conversation just last night. It’s amazing how many “emergencies” just go away if you ignore them for a little while. Mind you, those are other people’s emergencies I’m talking about. My emergencies are always critically important.
Does your husband have the same philosophy, or is he a take-care-of-it-right-away person. Cap’n Firepants is the latter. Which would be great if he would be a take-care-of-my-wife’s-stuff-right-away kind of person, too. I should have checked into that before I married him.
Yeah, it’s always the fine print in the marriage contract that gets you.
Recalls are for sissies.
Then I must be very macho.
I LOVE this post! Justification for procrastination! YES!
Any time you are looking for an excuse to put something off, feel free to call on me. I am a pro at finding justification for procrastination.
I’ve been blowing off a Ford recall for years.
Car hasn’t blown up.
Yet.
Don’t you live in the city? Do you ever even drive your car?!!!
Sadly, I only drive it on weekends now.
I actually miss driving to work – always had a seat, I picked the music, and I could smoke as much as I wanted.
Good times…
I must admit that I like the music-picking part, too. Even though Dimples is not always amenable to my choices.
When I run into a situation where a passenger doesnt lie my music, I like to respond with “then its a ity you aren’t the driver”.
Unless its my wife. Then I just stick out my tongue and blow a raspberry.
Most of those notices get tossed in the recycle bin before I realize what the heck they are. Honda hasn’t blown up yet either. Oh well…
I almost tossed this last one in the recycle bin without reading it. I honestly don’t know why I even opened it because it looked just like the rest of the pile I had accumulated!
LOL….. if it isnt on fire why worry? right?
-the collies and chuck 🙂
Exactly. And, quite honestly, little fires are okay, too. It’s just the ones that need more than a bucket of water to quench that should probably get you moving a little faster.
“roar” is super catchy. I seem to procrastinate about the big stuff, too! 😦
Sometimes they just seem a bit too overwhelming!
we usually just keep the recall notices in a file until we sell the vehicle (or the motor falls out). I love when procrastination wins.