Mortal Wombat!!

I was selected for jury duty. That is what’s going on with me. I am sure that you will all think I am crazy but I was actually interested in doing it. I can’t though, several reasons for that, 1. I can’t afford to miss four days of work and 2. The boss said that they can’t spare me right now and they need me at the store.
I am disappointed because I have never had jury duty before and it would be a new experience, not to mention four days off with nothing to do but read novels, play world of warcraft, and relax. I don’t feel any calling of civic duty to perform jury duty nor do I feel like it would be a meaningful participation in local government, it would just be something new and interesting. *Sigh* oh well.

Elaine thought that I wanted to go just to play hell with the system. (I gave her that impression due to our first conversation about jury duty.)
I mentioned passing notes to the other jurors during the court session. Things like; “I don’t think that color tie really goes well with the lawyer’s skin tone. Wouldn’t you agree juror number….whatever” or maybe something more simplistic like “That guys an ass.” Or maybe I could slip the bailiff a note asking when lunch is.

Probably the most fun thing to do if you truly didn’t care would be to totally BS the questions you get asked when they decide whether they want you or not.

Interviewer; “What is your opinion of robbery at knife point.”
Me. “Well I personally think its lame. I mean the knife, seriously overdone; it’s just not scary anymore. See, when I knock over an ATM I use something original, something scary. I have this trained attack wombat, and yeah at first they don’t respond appropriately, but when that little guy latches on to their calf…well, I get paid. And then I buy the little guy a wombat treat.”