Twelve angry women

Cartoon via the thing that got me through senior year of college: Married to the Sea

Actually, I remembered just now, when I was starting on my post: I DO have jury duty in like six hours. Fewer than six hours. 8:15 in the damn morning at the Criminal Justice center, 13th and Filbert. Ugh, this city cares not a whit for night-shift people.

So unless Erica and I work out some sort of laptop transfer on my lunch break (yeah, I’m a terrible blogger for not having a laptop, but the desktop sales pitch “you can’t easily drop this one on the floor and shatter it into a million pieces” just sounded so reasonable), this may have to be my post for the day.

I’ll tell you anything interesting you might want to know about jury duty when I get back. Not anything confidential, of course, although I have a hunch that attorneys will talk to me for a minute, raise an eyebrow at one another and throw me back. All I’ll be able to talk about is the magazine selection in the room for people nobody wants on a jury.

The comic DOES kind of make me want to wear something ridiculous, because although the summons stipulates business-casual dress, how many average Philadelphians do you really think are going to dress up for jury duty? Well, I’ll let you know tomorrow. G out.