Cocaine Princes here.
I've been sidetracked the last week or so (attending Madonna's concert) I forgot to post 4 Horrible Things Pt. II
To review:
There were two more things with my name on it in white business sized envelopes. I looked at the return address. 'Oh God,' I said out loud. 'What do they want now?' 'Who?' questioned 'A.' Instead of answering her I gave myself a nasty paper cut opening the envelope and pulling out the letter. Midway through reading it I said out loud, 'crap!' Horrible Thing #3. I then opened the second envelope….. 'Double crap!' Horrible Thing #4
'What?' my sister asked. 'What is so horrible?!' 'These two letters,' I replied holding them both up in each hand. 'I can't read that far.' She held out her hand so I gave her the first letter. She read through it. 'What is so horrible about this?' she questioned. 'What's so good about it?' I questioned back. 'You've been selected for jury duty.'
Yes bloggers it's true. Once again I've been selected for jury duty. Yes I know it's my civic duty as so many of you pointed out before but it doesn't mean I have to like it.
"Dear Prospective Juror,
Your name was selected at random from a municipal enumeration
list to be considered for inclusion in a Jury Roll..."
'Why me? Why did my name get picked again? Why not your name?' I asked while looking at 'A.' 'Maybe next time my name will get picked.' 'That’s what you said last time.' 'If there was a way for me to take your place I would.' 'You also said that last time too,' I reminded her. 'What does the other letter say?' 'It’s bad.' I answered. 'What happened, did your favorite mall close down?' she teased. 'No and that's not funny.' If that ever did happen not only would it be considered a horrible thing but also a devastating thing!
I handed the second letter to 'A' and warned her it was horrible news. After reading it she said, 'this is not as horrible as you think it is.' 'Did you read all of it?' 'Yes.' 'Word for word?' She nodded yes. 'What am I suppose to do?' I asked. 'You don’t have much of a choice. You’re going to have to go,' she answered.
So what was in that particular letter? I'll tell you tomorrow. Just kidding. If you recall I received 2 traffic tickets in the summer: one for speeding and the other running through a stop sign.
In November I must appear in traffic court to show cause why my driver's license should not be suspended.
'I receive 2 traffic convictions in my entire life and one of them was when I had to pick you up from the hospital,' I commented. 'I don't understand why I have to go? I only have 6 demerit points. 9 points is when they ask to see you. At 6 they send you a letter of warning.' (That letter I did receive) And then all of a sudden I had a thought I said out loud, 'what am I going to wear when I go?' 'Oh my God,' my sister mumbled. 'Let’s focus on one thing at a time and after you can decide on your wardrobe.' 'I can tell you right now I’m not appearing for jury duty, I can't. It’s on the same day as my traffic court date.' She looked at the letters again. 'You’re right but you still need to notify them to explain your absence.'
UPDATE:
There's good news and bad news. First the GOOD news:
I got out of jury duty. Actually it’s great news! Had I gone and been picked I would have been a juror for a trial taking place in the city, a place where the population sits at a little over 2 million Out of 2 million plus people somehow my name got randomly selected.
And now the BAD news:
I still must appear in traffic court. I've been told the whole matter will be taking place in the form of an interview. I feel queasy thinking about it.
They say if you're kind and affectionate to the universe, the universe will reward you. I've been very loving to the universe and everyday I try my best to stay in an optimistic frame of mind. So I'm trying to make sense why the universe is punishing me. Could it be the one time 'A' dragged me against my will to go grocery shopping with her and I ate that one grape? Maybe the universe mistook that as shoplifting?
Dear Universe,
I was only testing to see if the bunch was sweet. My sister is the one who told me to, honest!
If only now I was struck with the chicken pox rather than during the summer.
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
