tomorrow I have to drive into town to attend jury selection. I have been given much advice on this topic. One woman suggested I tell the judges I have trouble sitting for long periods of time ... hmmm ... ask my kids ... not a problem.
another woman told me her husband borrowed a friend's leather jacket and went in with his arms crossed over his chest. They rejected him. He is also a very large farmer ... I am not.
my husband told me just recently a guy was already serving on a jury and asked to be excused to use the washroom, only he never came back into the courtroom. tempting. I used to hate recess in public school, so I would go into one of the bathroom stalls and stand on the toilet seat so the teacher would not see anyone in the washroom when she did her checks, and I could be spared (I was incredibly UN-athletic as a child. no comment for my adult athletic ability)
I guess I just have to make myself get up in time and go tomorrow (a feat in itself). Maybe my hoarse voice will simply put them off (I woke up yesterday with a nasty chest cold and sound like I have smoked for my whole life and then some) and I will be fine just as me ...
wouldn't it be great to be a homeschool reject?
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