On the other hand, in my push to get more done I may be putting my life in peril, as well as the life of others. Face it; most accidents happen when we’re distracted. And although I’ve never maimed anyone while knee navigating, I’ve spilled yogurt in the crotch of my pants more times than I can remember.
Just last week I had to wet a few napkins to spot clean my khakis. I needed more water than anticipated, so I wound up looking like my urethra (a.k.a. peehole) had malfunctioned, which isn’t the vibe I go for when trying to close a sale. As a consequence, I had to crank up the heat all the way to dry out my pants before hitting my next stop. But my crotch wasn’t dry by the time I reached my next retailer, so I had to drive around for an additional ten minutes until my apparent pant wetting was expunged.