Six Million Dollar Jury

So here's the wrap-up on the whole jury duty thing.

I'm not going to say guilty or not, but I know that in about three more months I can write my scathing tell-all book about the trial.

This was the first time that I have sat on a jury and I must admit that it was kind of fascinating. I was not the foreperson of the jury, but the person we elected did a great job of keeping everything moving along and giving everyone an opportunity to speak their mind. We were also blessed that we had a lot of nice...

...this just in, I just had to look at a promo for the old Six Million Dollar Man tv show. I just thought I'd let you know how much I REALLY cared about jury duty...

...people and we all got along pretty.

I will say this for Jenny that has to go for service soon, take a book, or some knitting, and be prepared for an interesting time.

Kurt

Viacom/Viagra

Shocking - Gabillionaire Sumner Redstone attracts young pretty party girls, and then rewards them for it. That's not the shocking part, though. She's expected to show up at a job on top of all the other work she presumably does.

I remember a time when whoores could just sit in their paid-for penthouses in diaphanous peignoirs and fuzzy high-heeled slippers, and recover from what just happened, and gird themselves for the next time. This poor girl has to show up at a JOB.

Times really ARE tough.

Jenny

Riding the Piggyback

Maybe if I too chime in on this topic I can somehow get a jury summons and have to report during our busiest time of year. And then I can have my coworkers take pictures when my boss' head explodes. That would be the awesomest. Come on, Universe, let's make this happen.

I've only served once, got out really early and took advantage of the free museum admission to jurors. I could sit in the Rothko room at the downtown MoCA all day. Before being released, I was sitting quietly, taking the whole process very seriously. Then, out of nowhere, one of the potential jurors asked for a sidebar. The stranger next to me (who in retrospect very well could have been Danger Mouse) leaned over and said "that's so badass, asking for a sidebar, during jury selection." I couldn't stop giggling. They passed on me a short time later, probably because I seemed mentally ill. Thanks, Danger Mouse.



gretch

Piggybacking

OK, so I was over at Kurt's house the other day when he called in and found out he'd have to report for jury duty today.

Then we chatted about past jury duty exploits, and I said how it had been years since I'd been summoned.

The next day in the mail.....did you see this coming? Yes. My jury duty summons arrived. I will be registering using a telephone within five (5) days of receipt.

While I think I would make a model juror - maybe even foreman material, I have never been empaneled. And yes, I knew what I risked by typing that. It's practically a done deal.

Is it wrong to hope I'm sequestered? I love that word. It sounds just like what it is, only with a warm blanket and cinnamon toast.

Jenny

Jury Duty

I have to report for jury duty tomorrow morning at 7:45 am.

Two-and-a-half years ago I had to report and now I'm back again. I think this is the third time that I have had jury duty in the last 13 years.

When I lived in New York, I had jury duty once. Once.

I am going to get a lot of something done tomorrow, I can feel it.

If only the battery in my computer would last longer than 30 minutes at a time.

I'm contemplating taking a bus to jury duty.

That's like riding your bike to buy a new car.

Kurt

Here's the deal...

The facts…

I live in an apartment building with 18 units.
Let’s figure that there’s an average of two people per unit, that’s 36 individuals.
36 individuals who presumably do their own laundry.
There are two shared washers and two shared dryers for the entire building.
Needless to say, they’re in constant use.

Here’s the deal…

If you put your clothes in the washer and leave them there to be found by me when I come down there to do my two loads, and I complete those two loads, back-to-back in the same washer (because I don’t feel comfortable pulling your undies, even if they’re clean, out of the washer) and then I complete my dry cycle and your clothes are still in the washing machine…well …then, you’re going to get a Gretchen booger wiped on your load. You deserve it because that’s just rude, leaving your clothes down there for hours. And I know it’s you, hot Australian guy with the disgusting whippets. It’s always you.



You’ve been warned,
gretch

So...I'm Healthier Than I Think, I Think

Um. OK, so she's ADORABLE, and seems completely normal, except for the part where she's been housing the dead bodies of her husband and her sister. She's super cooperative with the police, very forthcoming, but irritated with the person who ratted her out. Doesn't see what the big deal is.

Jenny

PS: I still don't know how to link to a thing. The title of the post should take you to the full story.