Why, oh why, had he waited until today to do his Thanksgiving shopping? Mr. Squishy knew that the lines at the grocery store would be bad tonight, but he had been waiting twenty-five minutes already and was only now approaching the checkout counter. Year after year, he told himself that he wouldn’t wait until Wednesday evening to buy his turkey and trimmings, but once again he had put off his grocery run until the last minute and now he was paying the price. Next year would be different, he promised himself. Next year he would wise up and have his refrigerator stocked by the Monday before Thanksgiving. For now, unfortunately, he’d just have to suffer a while longer while the lady in front of him took out about a hundred coupons and wrote out a personal check.
Once Again, Procrastination Proves Detrimental24 11 2010