Scotty Schneider, Multi-Tasker Supreme
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
The summons arrives in my mailbox. I stare at it in disbelief. My brain fills with dread. Anxiety swoops down for a landing. “Oh, no, you didn’t!” I say. I mean, seriously. I just did freaking jury duty three years ago. A scary, criminal case. Attempted murder. Very “CSI.” Guys with tattoos. Gunshots. Gangs. Contentious deliberations. Lots of shouting. I screamed the loudest. The experience left scars, people. Deep ones, on my hands from all that table-banging. For three weeks, or was it four, I was one angry gal. Oh, the trauma. Oh, the police escorts to the parking lot. I ask you: Haven’t I done my civic duty? Don’t I deserve a lifetime pass?
Posted by Carol Starr Schneider at 10:06 AM