Tomorrow I report for jury duty and I couldn’t be less happy. People who have time to comfortably serve on one of these things are in a different stage of life than I. Two kids in college and a wife gearing up for a forced career change spells on cranky fish in tomorrows jury pool. It has consumed my day as I make sure all of tomorrow’s appointments get moved up or back. In fact I am sitting here waiting for a tomorrow-West-Coast-call to graciously talk today when they get a chance. I understand the concept and it all seems good in theory but anyone with time sensitive responsibilities is going to make a horrible jurist.
There are a lot of ways I can go with this thing. Dress completely crazy… but that seems too obvious. Maybe just piss my pants before I get called in to the room. Subtle but sends a strong message. Fake Tourettes would at least be entertaining but I think there is a jail in most court houses and that is a young mans game. I did the overnight stay in college but I think that was to teach me a lesson. What I learned is when you are hot and drunk, concrete is a lovely sleeping surface.
Anyway, I don’t know what the rules are in the room but if I have a bunch of idle time I will try and post some observations. Maybe I should announce myself as a member of the worldwide press? I could show them my still strong Bulgarian audience from the blogger weekly stats page.