When you get a summons from the court, I suppose the news could be worse than jury duty. Is it unusual to get tapped three times over around 45 years of adulthood? First time the case I heard was not "ripped from the headlines": car accident, insurance company had declined to pay, blah, blah. I remember the guy next to me in the jury box took notes, and I could see he was on the side of the insurance company, 110 percent. I thought the woman who had crashed her car should get something, though not anything like what she probably hoped, and was sort of dreading having to deliberate with this fellow whose notes revealed a strong contrary opinion. Then he ended up being my ally because, of the six jurors, four wanted to spring for her new house on Park Place. Mr Hardass Notetaker and I tried talking them down to Baltic Avenue, and I honestly don't remember where we landed. Hoping for something equally portentous this time.
I store all official documents on my kitchen counter and drip pancake batter on them.
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