I’m Dumb Enough to Burn the House Down

I was just telling my friend Dave about a problem I have.  I have a timing issue.  As was done by Johnny Carson:

Johnny: “Ask me what the most important part of comedy is.”

Guest: “What’s the most important part of com-”

Johnny interrupts, “Timing!”

My problem is that I always ask Jessica as we’re leaving the house, “Did you turn off your curling iron?”  But I don’t ask the right time.  I wait until I’ve locked the door that goes to the garage and she’s often buckled into the car.  That way her concern due to my asking a question that is good because it could lead to the house burning down is most costly.  She has to unbuckle, I have to unlock the door (she could but often I have the keys in the locks), and then she’ll run in to check.  I could do it, but for some reason she feels compelled to do so.

I’m so dumb about timing that I could surely learn a lesson or t – timing – two.