I got called in for jury duty yesterday. I seriously thought about just not going. I means what the worst that would happen? I'd get arrested once I get stopped for something by the cops? But the husband, who avoids unpleasurable things like the plague, suggested that I just suck it up and go. So I went.
Downtown Martinez is the cutest little place. It surprises me every time I go there. It only spans a few blocks, but it just looks so neat. I got there early, about 12:30 and didn't have to be there til 1 so I killed time in this cool little antique-y/flea market type shop. I remember buying my favorite necklace there several years ago. Anyway, I saw a pair of cute little kid chairs and planned on going back after jury duty.
Jury duty was pretty uneventful. I found a chair away from people and just as I was getting comfortable, some sweaty, b.o.'ed infused guy sat behind me. I sat a few minutes wondering what the proper etiquette time was before I could safely move without it seeming rude. But too many whiffs made me not care and I moved to a desk area off to the side. They showed us some video of people super happy to share their *wonderful* jury experience, but it was just so annoying so I put on my earphones and watched Family Guy on my iPod.
At about 2 o'clock I thought I would lose my mind from the waiting and the boredom. At about 2:30, while I was watching a second episode of Family Guy, I faintly heard a man talking. I turned around and it was the judge talking to us. He thanked us for coming and apologized fto those looking forward to serving and telling the rest of us that it was our lucky day and we should go buy a lottery ticket. One of the attorneys had gotten sick and had to be rushed by ambulence to the hospital. So we were all dismissed. I swear I was the only person grinning from ear to ear after this news. I don't know how people did not skip down the halls like I did after being set free.
I went back to the antique shop, which by the way is run by a pair of these incredibly cute old ladies, and bought my chairs. My kids liked them okay and played with them for about 2 minutes when I brought them home. Later at night, I looked at the empty chairs sitting there side by side and it kind of creeped me out, like perhaps they used to belong to some kids a way long time ago, but now they're ghosts. I don't know why my mind works this way.
Oh, yeah, and I did buy 5 quick-pick lottery tickets on my way home.
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