Seat #7 Had My Name On It
Believe it or not, actual mail still is delivered to our mailboxes. It typically isn't anything exciting; it's more bills and ads and coupons of late, but I still look forward to going to my mailbox in hopes of "something more." Several weeks ago I received the "dreaded jury summons." Who of you can't tell me that when you see that letter you don't let out a loud groan or a heavy sigh? Yep, I do too. It seems like I get these things all the time. I'm a regular, meaning "they" don't miss one opportunity to send me my summons. It doesn't matter where I live; they find me! This piece of mail is not what I'm meaning when I say I look forward to "something more." I have received many jury summons since turning 18 and I have gotten out of quite a few of them. I was in school, or I had babies who nursed and I couldn't leave them for a lengthy period of time, my job, etc... I was fortunate in that the "judge...