Lucky

I’m the luckiest person in the world. I’ve won money playing scratch offs, I get parking spaces in crowded malls. Good stuff happens to me all the time. If you and me had to draw straws to save our lives for some reason, I would win.

I got a jury duty summons and this was the week I had to report in to see if I had to show up downtown in case anyone would be stupid enough to put me on a jury. I’m also the best sulker ever. I get bored easily, and I would probably be there fuming over everything I needed to do instead of sitting there with the responsibility of justice in my hands. I’m pretty sure they don’t let you cruise the internet or read a book. Did I really think I’d get called in? Nope. Was I nervous anyway? Yup.

The last time I was at the courthouse it was because I had been subpoena’d for a case having to do with a guy from fight I saw outside a bar. I got the stupid thing in the mail on a Wednesday or something, and I had to show up at 8:00am the next day. Everyone else either blew it off or got their’s too late. Not cool. I don’t know what ended up happening with that idiot, but I will say if you do enough drugs, eventually you’re going to get in trouble.

This is a short week. There were only three days of possible jury duty. And I skated. Woo hoo!