Consequences of ones actions

Consequence of one’s actions.

Jimmy, the last mechanic who touched my
car after a recent oil change was having a bad
day.
…..
His girlfriend, Betty Jean, over cooked his fried
baloney and used old, crusty mustard on his
moldy sandwich which in turn caused Jimmy to
get the runs.
…..
Part of Jimmy’s job is to write down the projected
mileage when my next oil change was due. Usually,
3000 miles from the actual mileage shown on my
van’s speedometer.
…..
OK, a normal, routine job. Simple, no-brainer, right?
Not in Jimmy’s case; having a bad day, worrying
about if he can make it to the john before everything
lets loose, was the 1st thing on his mind, not jotting
down my next oil change mileage.
…..
So, having to do the math, find a pen, find the
windshield sticker, write down the numbers, stick
it on the inside of the windshield, well, this was just
too much writing, sticking, reaching for Jimmy
to do while concentrating on something else,
…..
Like where’s the bathroom, far more important then
whether or not the necessary oil change reminder
got stuck in the right place let alone if you (me)
could even make out what was on the reminder
sticker…………………..well, the consequence of
Jimmy’s inattention to the real job at hand caused
my distraction from MY JOB, keeping control of the
van while doing 77 miles an hour on the 10, while
passing several 18 wheelers, here I am wondering
about my next oil change?
…..
I pulled off at the next rest stop, took several deep
breaths and realized I could not read the sticker
because all I could see was a faint smear after the
first 3 numbers………….which should have been six.
…..
Not funny. I could have crashed into the rear of a
long haul rig or, blown up my trusty V-6 because
I waited too long to have my oil changed.
…..
All because of the consequences of someone’s
inattention to the simple job of writing down a
reminder for my next oil change.