Monday, September 29, 2008

One Angry Man

Jury summons. I have to be at the courthouse at 8:30. A.M.. Why can't I be called for jury duty to night court? I'd like to watch a judge that can do magic tricks. I wish I had had more than a couple days' notice. I would have made a t-shirt that said something like "You are all guilty in the eyes of Gorto the Sock Demon, and you will burn forever in the Dryer of the Damned!"

Instead, I'll take a pill in a few minutes to put me to sleep, wake up to a damnable alarm clock, put on friggin' pants!!, and have my lovely-but-groggy wife chauffeur me to the court house. Where I will be summarily dismissed for one reason or another. Hope hope hope...

That reminds me. I've got to grab some books. How low-tech.

6 comments:

Sam said...

I'm assuming it worked? Either that, or it was a very short trial...

Wontar said...

A short trial? Because I posted before I left? Glasses, Sam, glasses! :P

I did not have to serve. Color me slightly less angry. I am, however, going to stay inside the apartment for the rest of the week, because my people quota has been filled for a good long time.

Sam said...

A little credit, please, RB? I get Zazzle notifications, remember? ;)

Wontar said...

A little credit, sure. However, you forget that I'm half of a partnership. You can just as easily get notices when I'm nowhere near my computer! The Mrs. has things well under control.

Sam said...

Oh, that sneaky Mrs. Wontar!

Will Doohan said...

Well, at least now I know who's been stealing my socks all these years.....