Jury duty, oh woe.

It's been nearly four years now since I became of an age in which I qualified for the illustrious duty of the juror, and had enthusiastically hoped, when I pondered it at all of course, that I had somehow been fortuitous enough to have slipped through the cracks in squeaky wooden floors of justice, but alas--it is not to be; for it was not but two days since the grave and blackened paper that is to be my ticket. *hand to forehead* Oh woe, woe is me. Assuming that they don't cancel it before June 29th. Apparently they do that a bit down here. Ah well, it's not like I had anything else to do, and besides, who can deny the siren call of blind justice, who needs the eyes of the many to cut through the lies of the guilty? Or the more scary option of bailing out and getting beaten in some form or another by the very same justice. Either way...