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Wednesday, May 23, 2007Summoned!The envelope was fat and addressed to me. When I saw that the return address said, "Williamson County Sheriff's Department," I freaked. Not that I have issues with the law or anything (well, maybe just an undying fear of doing something wrong). It's just that I couldn't imagine what could be inside this fat envelope from the county sheriff. It was a summons for jury duty. Well, ducky. I've never been called for duty in my life. My first instinct was to groan audibly (which I did). My second instinct was to read every single word on every single page of the fat wad of documents in my hand. And it occurred to me that it really wasn't that bad. Instead of showing up on the July 2 court date, I was given the option of dropping by the clerk's office any time prior to June 27, and I'd be able to choose the panel dates that were most convenient to me. Guess where I went this morning? I felt like such a townie. I mean, I spend a lot of time in downtown Franklin -- our whole family does. The judiciary building is right across the street from Merridee's, one of our breakfast haunts. It wasn't a great struggle to drive down there this morning, park my van, and hop up the imposing, cement steps. Of course, I had to put my bag through an airport-like security thingie in order to enter the building. That was a little weird. But once I was inside, choosing my session dates took all of three minutes. It's nice, because I basically have to be available for six dates in early July. A simple phone call the night before each session will let me know whether I actually have to show up the next day. It's kind of like being "on call" for a panel session. I might have to go, I might not. It'll be a lot more interesting if I actually get to do something...but it'll be a lot less stressful if I don't. So. I've done my Jane Citizen thing for the day. When I came home, I sketched out a little picture of a courtroom and explained to my children exactly what it was I'd been "summoned" to. (Let's face it -- "summoned" is an ominous word.) I think I amazed myself with my knowledge of how a courtroom works. Rachel had been particularly apprehensive, and my explanation (and cute little drawing) seemed to put her at ease. And I figure, if I get really bored or really annoyed while I'm at the courthouse, I can just pretend that I'm going into labor. They'll usher me out of there faster than you can say "bag of waters." Pregnancy has its hidden perks. Labels: life |
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5of my readers are feeling chatty:
Wow! Life in Tennesee is so different! Jury duty almost sounds like fun! :-D
haha!!! Bag of waters... just keep that squirt bottle handy and under that voluminous hippy skirt.
I'm glad you had such a nice experience.
Summoned twice, released twice, but I made $14! WOO HOO!
The thought of you pretending to go into labor if you get too irritated is a happy thought for me. :D
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