What better thing to do at 7pm on a Sunday night than contemplate the best way to weasel out of jury duty tomorrow? After much deliberation, my options are as follows:

• Show up with unwashed hair, wearing a broomstick skirt, tanktop sans bra, and no deodorant
• Clutch a bible the entire time
• Paint a swastika on my forehead
• Simply quote Pablo Francisco - “I don’t like blacks, Mexicans, or Chinese people!”

Someone commented on a Livejournal snippet I posted regarding my reluctance to report for duty. I quoted a bit straight from the Buncombe County government website:

North Carolina General Statute Chapter 9-13 states that any person summoned for jury service who fails to appear as directed and attend until duly discharged is subject to a maximum fine of $50.00.

To me, that fine is almost worth it. I mentioned to Rick that I should just print out that little paragraph, underline the words “maximum fine”, and mail it in with a money order for $30. But anyway. My friend asked me why I wouldn’t want to go. I replied and asked why I would. So I can spend the $12 that I’ll make for the day on gas to and from the courthouse? So I can sit in a stuffy, smelly, unventilated room with tens of other people who are waiting to be quizzed about their impartiality? Ohhhh no no, I’ve got it. So I can be part of an ever so fair and unprejudiced judiciary system in a country I abhor. That must be it.

In a word, no. I have no desire to sit on a jury and listen to someone else’s drama. That’s pretty much all I’ve done for the past two weeks.  I realize that I likely have a highly unpopular opinion here, but we all know what opinions are like. Assholes, baby, and I sure as hell have one of those.

…I wanted to write a bit more about my weekend, as Christina came to visit me, but I don’t think tonight is the night.

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