Jury Duty
Sometime in October I receive a jury summons in the mail.
I arrive at the court house at 8:30... do a lot of sitting and waiting as we go through the process of being qualified and sworn in. It amazes me that a room full of adults seems to have difficulty with instructions no more difficult than what elementary school children have to deal with ever day. Stand in line. Fill out the paperwork and tear the bottom portion of your sheet off before you get to the desk. blah blah blah. Each instruction was repeated numerous times, yet grown adults failed to follow them regardless of the repitition. This is one of those times in life when you are painfully aware of why shows like Cops and Jerry Springer are never short of subject matter. By 11:30 I am chosen as one of 120 potential jurors who are to return at 8:30 on Thursday morning to be selected for a panel. Since I was in town and free, I called my mom up and took her to lunch, which was very sweet of me. If you're reading this and also agree that it was very sweet and caring of me to take my mother to lunch, you are welcome to relay this information any attractive single women between the ages of 25 and 33 that you may happen to know.