Wasn't That a Pauly Shore Movie?

Good news: I called and I don’t have to report to the Compton Court House on Monday to start my jury duty. Bad new: I will have to keep calling the rest of the week to find out which day I do have to go in and serve.

I’m just glad it’s not going to have to be Monday. I’ve been away from the office for a week and I’m pretty the vultures have already begun circling my desk. I just hope they haven’t picked my desk clean of my stapler, paper clips and collection of thumb tacks.

I was reading the literature that came with my jury summons. I was most concerned with the dress code. Unfortunately it says “shorts, tank tops, bare midriffs or similar dress are not allowed in the courthouse.” That pretty much excludes my entire closet. I’m going to have to go over to Ross’s Dress for Less this afternoon.

I’m actually excited about jury duty. I’ve never been called before. It’s our civic duty to do jury duty, you know. While I wouldn’t want to get stuck on a trial that lasted 3 months, I wouldn’t try to whine my way out of serving. Some of my friends tried giving me ideas on things to say that would get me excluded to serve. But I figure if I just answer honestly to any questions asked of me, I would be sent home right quick. I’d probably also have to wear a bullet proof vest out of the courthouse and need to be escorted to my car by five burly police officers. I might have to even consider the witness protection program. Maybe there is such a thing as to honest.