Kansas misses me. They miss my idiosyncrasies. My strange politics. My recycling addiction. My Toms shoes. My geeky ways. I knew it would happen sooner or later.
And so I've been summoned.
For jury duty.
They miss me, that must be it. Of course. Why wouldn't they? But I'm afraid, I just can't make it. I did enjoy filling out the questionnaire though.
"Approximately how far round trip is your house to the courthouse?"
I thought about being exact, but they asked, "approximately," so I jotted down, "3,500 plus miles."
"Is there any reason you think you should be excused from jury duty?"
I answered: "I live in California."
But if they want to pay my way, I'm sure we could work out an arrangement.
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