Jury Duty

I thought I had been able to make it through once again. I had "Jury duty" this week. Last time I had it -- two years ago -- I called in as directed until Wednesday afternoon and then was dismissed. Since I am in group three (out of three) I expected to have the same experience this time.

It was not to be. This evening at 5:01 I called the magic number only to be instructed to show up tomorrow morning with my badge and parking doohickey, ready to serve the greater good of mankind. Rats! Not that I don't want to do my civic duty, but I had planned to leave the middle of next week to visit Mom in San Diego and this may just jinx our plans.

For the time being, however, I have a greater problem. What does one wear to Jury Duty? Last time I actually had to go to the courthouse I was still working. I simply wore work clothes. Now -- having been retired for six years -- I don't own such apparel. I have workout clothes, house cleaning/gardening clothes, cute little outfits for lunching with the girls, and nicer things for going to a concert or the opera or something. I have decided to go for cute -- crop pants and an embroidered top that probably will so scream "little old lady who is so out of it all" that the attorneys for the plaintiff and the defendant can't possibly take me seriously. Maybe I will get to go to San Diego after all.