As I was going through my mail the other day, I came across an envelope that I have never seen before. My husband has received several of these envelopes over the years. I was beginning to think I would never see one in my lifetime, and I was thrilled about it. Oh, but no such luck.
Oh, crap! They found me! Jury duty.
I. DON'T. WANT. TO. GO! No, I don't. The only hope I have is that I am a reserve juror. Unfortunately, they are telling a small group of the reserve jurors that they have to report on Monday a.m. I'm not in that group, thankfully, but I still need to get through Monday p.m. and Tuesday.
I really don't want to end up being a jury member. I don't want to have to decide the fate of somebody. For some reason, it scares the crap out of me. So, what do you think if I just stand up and yell out, "Guilty! Guilty! They're always guilty!" Do you think they would say, "No thanks. You can leave now." Or maybe I can just start arguing with myself out loud while twitching my head violently.
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