The last time I wore my suit was for a somber event and I was mortified to find that the zipper in my pants had taken an exhibitionist bent on my behalf. Zipping up and down repeatedly made no difference. At some point the zipper would give up any functional pretense and bare my crotch for the world to see. I did an exemplary job of finding cover at every possible opportunity. And I remember saying to myself "I need to get this fixed as soon as possible".
And did I? Did I get that zipper fixed as soon as possible? No. No I did not. I waited til the last possible minute when I really needed that suit again and spent the night before with a steady hand and a pair of needle nose pliers trying to fix this damn zipper.
I did my best and it appeared that the zipper now worked but I was very anxious that it would suffer a relapse at a very inopportune time I was then very concerned that the people I was meeting would think I had a bad case of crabs with all the crotch touching I would be doing to check zipper status.
I should have more faith in my work. The meeting went well and the zipper prevailed. I wonder what else I can put off until tomorrow.