Civic duty, my ass...

So, I get home and check the mail...I'm excited at first b/c there's a little package with my name on it. My pink whistle arrived...hey, I love the little things. Some Netflix, eh...a DVD from Amazon (Birds of Prey...yay!), and then....there it was, right at the bottom of the stack. Motherfuckin' jury summons...I have to drag my ass all the way the fuck up to Georgetown for jury duty b/c I live in Williamson County....and just barely in Williamson County. As in if I cross the street, I'm in fuckin' Travis County. I have to be there at 8:30 on a Monday morning...cocksuckers.

So, I'm reading the little 'Jurors Rights and Responsiblities' section and this one cracked me up, "All persons entering the courtroom should be dressed in clothing befitting the dignity and solemnity of the court proceedings." Hmmmmm, that's like church clothes, right? Raise your hand if you've ever seen me in church clothes....what, nobody? Yeah, it's 'cuz I don't have them...I actually got rid of most of my wardrobe last year b/c my big fat ass didn't fit them anymore. So now I'm left w/ t-shirts and blue jeans...I'm not fuckin' buying clothes just to go up to Georgetown to sit in some courtroom. Work clothes, perhaps? Nope, I wear whatever I want to work...I even have shirts w/ my work logo on them so it's not hard to decide in the morning...I just have to pick a color. Sorry, Wilco, but you're getting blue jeans, a t-shirt and a shitload of tattoos.