Jury duty, schmury duty

My obligation to the general populace of Orange County has been fulfilled! After an unsuccessful attempt to cop a plea out of jury duty, I've been watching the days count down until I had to go in. On Friday, I had to call in to learn when I would have to report to the courthouse. Friday, the recording told me to call Monday at 6pm. That recording told me to call at noon today. That recording told me that I was no longer needed...that my service was complete. Hallelujah!

Now, not only do I not have to go in and make a stink about why I can't sit on a jury, but I also got a ton of stuff done this morning while I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off, expecting to have to go in this afternoon. Win-win.

Nothing really profound or thought-provoking to say about jury duty and everyone's innate desire to avoid it, but I am happy to be a better citizen. Now I can say that I didn't stoop to the cheap tricks and lies most people employ to get out of serving. I did my duty, my service is complete...the woman on the recording told me so - twice! I played by the rules. I fulfilled a basic function of justice. I added a few knit-one/pearl-twos to the fabric of society. I might as well have been torturing suspected terrorists or rescuing child slaves in Thailand, so fundamental was my role in the greater march of democracy today.