Ah, the dreaded summons. JURY DUTY. As the letter says, “It’s not an invitation”; it’s a command performance! And let’s be real, we all cringe when that ominous letter arrives in the mail, proclaiming, “You are hereby called to Jury Duty on ____ date.” Cue the collective groans.
HOW DID I GET HERE?
I managed to dodge Jury Duty for a while, thanks to the chaos of Covid. But my luck ran out, and there I faced my civic duty head-on. I knew it would be boring, but little did I know, I was about to embark on a very funny day filled with some good laughs.
First up, the eclectic mix of potential jurors.
Picture this: an elderly gentleman, positively thrilled to be there, proudly boasting that retirement is the world’s greatest gig. His daily nap schedule was the envy of us all, with a fair warning to wake him if his snoring became too audible. Classic.
And the young man who talked nonstop about his recent trip to Nepal. He showed photos, demonstrated necessary mountain climbing stretches, and described his Everest ascent, only to be interrupted by the clerk, who said, “Excuse me, Rick, you actually aren’t scheduled for jury duty, so you can go home.”
Then there was the supermom, armed with a cooler packed to the brim with snacks. As the instructional video droned on, she took it upon herself to turn the room into her personal gym, leaving the rest of us feeling like couch potatoes.
But hey, I was too busy scrolling through Netflix and plotting my lunch break to care about any of these characters’ stories. Which leads me to… LUNCH!
LUNCH!
Ah, lunch break—the highlight of any jury duty stint. While the court discussed triple felony larceny cases (yikes), and I found myself dreaming of tacos and margaritas. Pancho’s Tacos was calling my name, tempting me with their Baja fish tacos and tantalizing margaritas. A jury duty lunch break with a splash of tequila? Sign me up!
As fate would have it, I managed to dodge the jury selection bullet, bidding farewell to my newfound courtroom comrades and sprinting out of that building faster than you can say “voir dire.” It was only on the journey home that I realized my tragic oversight—I forgot about my tacos and margarita dreams!
But, if I’m ever summoned again, at least I know where to find the silver lining: a delicious lunch waiting just around the corner. Until then, let’s raise a toast to the hilarity of jury duty and the unexpected adventures it might bring!
If you have your own JURY DUTY stories, please share!