Remember last year when I said I’d been picked for jury duty… AGAIN? Welp, they got me again this year too and have me scheduled for next Monday. I’ve hit the jury lottery every year since 2022, and many, many times before that too. Federal jury duty only got me once.
Perry and Ben haven’t ever been called. When the jury pool is confronted with questions as a group to weed out the undesirables, I’m typically eliminated and sent home with an hour or so. When I hold up my hand that I know the prosecutor, usually the defense attorney and someone slated to testify — combined with the fact that I keep up on local news — they don’t want me.
That doesn’t always work though! Funny… the time I was selected to serve on a Federal jury, it involved counterfeiting (among other things including a shooting) and I worked in a bank. Can’t believe they picked me for that one!
I wonder if I can get excused when I tell them I can’t find a babysitter for my dog since he’s mean.
Hugo has separation anxiety and on a scale of 1-10, it’s an 11. I can take a bag of trash to the garage and he flips his ever lovin’ shit. Upon reentry to the house, it’s like I’ve been gone a month at least.
Dharma should be picked for jury duty instead of me.
Dharma is a great listener. She’s got her nose into everything, you guys. Not sure about her judgement — but she would at least pay attention and not cause any distractions.
Now you know: The more you hear a lie, the more you’re likely to believe it. It’s called the illusory truth effect. Some study in 1977 figured it out. Basically, if you hear something enough, your brain’s like, “Yeah, that sounds right.”