Hiding From the Jury Duty Police
During my daily phone conversation with my sister, I kind of blurt out that I forgot to dress in my pearls and head down to the court on the day my jury duty was supposed to start, and start my very unoriginal rant about how I think all men are zombies in disguise and need to be disposed of for the good of all womanhood.
June: "OMG, Beth. That is very bad. You do know they can come to your door and arrest you, right?"
Me: "Yeah, so."
June: "So, you need to get this fixed. You need to call them so you're not in trouble."
Me: "What should I say....that my Alzheimer's is getting worse...and it completely passed my mind?' (which is really the truth......and yes, that is a pet scan of the Alzheimer's disease that Zemanta thought I should add to this post for your pleasure! You're welcome.)
June: "This is serious...hang up this phone and take care of this right now."
The whole conversation made me very hungry, so I head to the candy table and proceed to eat all the Halloween candy in my path.
Why can't they just leave me alone!
So, I guess that Monday, I will don my pearls and head down to the court to please insanity. But, I think it would be best to leave such important matters to people who are interested in this sort of thing. I would be......
too bored to sit that long with texting or tweeting
People's lives are at stake and the government wants me to judge their behavior??? I have a hard enough time controlling my own behavior, for goodness sakes.
Wish me luck......................