Well, wonderful. I get home and discover that I have been summoned for jury duty. OK, fine, I’m a citizen, I’ll do my duty, blah blah blah. The thing that gets me, though, is that I need to fill out a form with my information and send it to them. They don’t even give me the courtesy of having a damn postage paid envelope. Nope, I have to try to scrounge up a stamp from somewhere so I get the privilege of earning 7 dollars while judging one of my peers.
Actually, I like the sound of that. I and I alone (ignore the other 11 people) could hold your fate in my hands! I could send you to prison on a whim! Muahaha! I mislike your shirt! TEN YEARS IN THE POKEY! Or perhaps I will be merciful, and grant you salvation with the mere nod of my head. OK, this jury duty thing isn’t so bad after all.
The stamp part, though…that still pisses me off.