I'll be in Jacksonville next week to, for the first time ever, appear for jury duty. Yup, that's what I get for voting. What was I thinking?
I know what you're thinking, because it's exactly what everyone says: "Why don't you just tell them you don't live there anymore? They'll let you off the hook." Well, smartass, I didn't tell them that because I wanted them to believe I was still a Florida resident, in the hopes that FSU, upon accepting me to their film school, would charge me a smaller tuition. Of course, hindsight was 20/20 on Saturday when I received the FSU rejection letter.
So jury duty, here I come. I may have no future, but at least I can make sure someone else suffers, too.
Hooray for the "being in FL for the weekend club." If the defendant goes down, then we'll all go down; it will be anarchy!
Don't worry Andrew. If they put you on a panel, I'm sure you can convincingly tell them you hate everyone and couldn't be unbiased regardless of the subject of the case.
But I get jury pay! JURY PAY!!
I'm milking this thing for all it's worth