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So far, jury duty has been a lot like a strip club - shitloads of foreplay to NOTHING. In a room full of sullen, mumbling strangers I don't want to know, even! And if they were selling $14 beers in the jury waiting room, I'd have shelled out for a few of them before the day was over.
This concludes your clever metaphor for the day.
Today was the day on the jury summons I got last month, so I dutifully trucked downtown to the courthouse at 7:30 this morning. I won't say it was the first time I'd seen that part of town by morning, but it's a whole lot different when you're upright, and it was sure as hell the first time I've been there *trying* to end up in front of a judge. Anyway, I'm all about civic duty, so I dutifully sat around, read my second-favorite Wodehouse compilation twice before I loaned it to the one and only pretty girl in the room, and by the final tally, spent 8 1/2 hours on my ass. And since they didn't get around to calling my number, I get to go back and do it some more tomorrow.
So, question time: What's the least depressing place to eat on Fremont street?
Gah,
C
This concludes your clever metaphor for the day.
Today was the day on the jury summons I got last month, so I dutifully trucked downtown to the courthouse at 7:30 this morning. I won't say it was the first time I'd seen that part of town by morning, but it's a whole lot different when you're upright, and it was sure as hell the first time I've been there *trying* to end up in front of a judge. Anyway, I'm all about civic duty, so I dutifully sat around, read my second-favorite Wodehouse compilation twice before I loaned it to the one and only pretty girl in the room, and by the final tally, spent 8 1/2 hours on my ass. And since they didn't get around to calling my number, I get to go back and do it some more tomorrow.
So, question time: What's the least depressing place to eat on Fremont street?
Gah,
C