There
is a guy in my jury pool (Sept. 12) with his nose deep in a book, spine splayed
for all (50 people?) to see its title:
THE SUBTLE ART OF
NOT GIVING A F—K
The guy read his book for a
while, yawned, placed it on the table in front of him and put his head
down to rest. Before too long he looked like he was sound asleep.
Obviously, he
needed to study some more. Sleeping in the jury pool didn’t seem all that
subtle when it came to appearances of whether he was giving a f--k.
It was a good idea to bring something to read to while away the hours. Not too much for
us to read in this room. Only four words in this crème caramel-colored
courtroom:
IN GOD WE TRUST (Sans serif – more along the line of Hell-vetica, if you ask me.)
At the end of the
working day, having failed to be accepted for the one jury I was ordered to
attend, because I answered in the affirmative when asked if I would be
attending Jewish new year services this month, the chief clerk of the court
excused me from jury duty.
The guy reading
“Subtle Art”? Well, he was free to go too.
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