Procrastination

This morning we woke to a blizzard. Driving visibility was nonexistent. Wax paper replaced the windshield for most of the drive due to road salt and snow flakes blocking the view; all but a small patch along the bottom where the defroster worked overtime to keep it clear.

When a splash of water, from a vehicle passing alongside, attempted to clear the line of sight, the windshield wiper skimmed over it without even touching the windshield. Not only were the wipers warped, but a touch of the washer switch produced nothing but the high pitched noise from the pump; fluid reservoir empty.

An hour and a half of constant tension due to faulty safety equipment (normally a 40-45 minute drive) and I arrived safely at work. To make matters worse, the commute home last night took two hours and fifteen minutes due to a storm just as fierce. So, you might ask, why wasn't I better prepared?

While I was safely at work, a brand new bottle of windshield washer fluid sat in the garage next to where I park the car and brand new windshield wipers lie on the floor in the back seat.

Procrastination...this time it could have been deadly.