Apparently, Vanilla is NOT my flavor

Part of our wedding vows when we got married in 1989 were that I would never have to do jury duty because I was marrying a police officer.

It worked back in 1992.

Apparently times have changed.

Fast forward to April 2009. I got summoned for Jury Duty and once again was reassured by Hubs that I wouldn't get picked, no how no way.

Maybe I should have paid more attention in Poli Sci. Ahem. Because imagine my surprise when I got called to CIVIL COURT. So, I texted Hubs and he said, "you will probably get picked." And, I did. At 3:30 PM. Because I could not answer any of the questions honestly that would get them not to pick me. Apparently, the criminals are taking Monday off. Insert head slap here.

I didn't just get picked, but was the 6th juror called out of 300, and the 4th juror seated out of 52 on the panel. The attorneys told #52 that he probably wouldn't get picked but he was there for math's sake.

I had a fleeting thought of offering to buy his number in exchange for mine.

But I don't think I look good in Jailhouse Orange.

And, the case will last at least a week.

Now I know how OJ's jurors felt. Maybe I should start shopping for a book deal.

I may not be blogging for a few days.

Word.