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!

Written by Anne Clendening
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★