Human beings are funny creatures: we crave acceptance practically from birth. High school is an exercise in conforming non-conformity where we all do our best to be unique while trying to fit in and be popular.
When we apply for the job we want to get hired. When we apply for the loan we want to be approved. Usually, if we’ve bothered with the third date we want to get called with for a fourth.
Jury duty is the one arena in which we court rejection, begging to be told “No, you are not desirable. Be gone.”
Three weeks of federal jury service for which I’m going to have to call every single day to find out if I need to show up and my biggest question is not how can I make the system function well (or better).
No, my biggest question is: who do I have to blow to get the 10am call?
I should have just written on the form that until I was fully franchised as a DC resident I declined to participate. Of course, in this political climate that probably would have bought me a one-way ticket to Guantanemo Bay.
You slay me. You really do!
Have a great week….
STB
Yuck. I’m sorry you have to do that. Have they verified you as actually part of the jury yet?