I’ve been randomly selected for jury duty.  In Baltimore.  They want me to fill out a lot of checkboxes before five days is up.  Tick, tock, tick tock.  Probably I’ve already expended my five days in the mail forwarding system.  I’ve locked all the padlocks against the Brute Squad that is no doubt on its way to round me up, with Andre the Giant at the fore.   Wait, here’s a useful section:

“Do you wish to be excused?  YES  NO   If yes, check reason below and give details.

  • age– 70 or over
  • undue hardship
  • organized militia
  • medical or physical reasons
  • extreme inconvenience
  • work is of public necessity”

I’m going to go with extreme inconvenience.  That Phoenix-Baltimore commute is really taxing.  Though as I child I once organized the neighborhood children into a platoon. Somehow the stickers from fruits were involved.  That counts as a militia, right?