JURY DUTY

Tomorrow, I have Jury Duty.  Don't you just hate that.  Driving all the way to wherever you have to drive, sitting in a room with a bunch of other people who don't want to be there either.  Then there's always one lady in shorts and a tank top that the judge has to lecture about what's appropriate in society and in his courtroom and about showing respect, which she obviously knows nothing about.  Then there's all the people who don't bother to show up, because they keep calling their names and they never answer, and you wonder if anything ever happens to them and if it doesn't, then why did you drive all this way and sit in this musty old room with a bunch of complainers who don't want to be there either.

Then you pray your name doesn't get called, because if it does you get herded down a hallway and asked a bunch of questions and that takes forever, and you might, heaven forbid, land on a jury.  That could go on for days.

Even if you don't get called, you've blown half a day.  It's stupid.  Totally inconvenient.  I'd bet the farm that they don't even have Jury Duty in Iran or Afghanistan or probably even Mexico.  Cartels would just kill you there.  I'm pretty sure it's much simpler there...and more convenient.  Unless, of course, you're the one charged with the crime.  They probably just cut off some body part or give you 30 years in jail or hang you.  That must be much more convenient for the general populace.

Come to think of it...Jury Duty's not so bad.