I guess Philadelphia must have overheard my proclamation of love the other day. Because that very day I got this invitation in the mail:
My reporting date is February 14. That’s right, Valentine’s Day. Awwww, how sweet. What should I wear? Oh wait—the website answers my question: “casual dresses are . . . appropriate.”
Honestly, I will be happy to serve. I’ve been called before, but have been unable to serve each time either because I had moved (Tacoma, St. Paul, Minneapolis) or was about to give birth (Philadelphia, 2004). It’s unlikely that I’ll be assigned to a criminal case since I’m Quaker and against the death penalty. I’ve also heard that if you confess to knowing about jury’s rights you’re unlikely to be chosen.
Here's a bizarre Philadelphia thing: You are not allowed writing materials into the courtroom. What a strange rule! As HPR can attest, my memory is not so good (except about gossip and food) (and anything that he does or says that is wrong), so I’ll be forced to convince my fellow jurors with “you know, that thing he said? about that one piece of evidence? . . .”
In other news, HPR makes a media appearance.
In still other news, after the overwhelming response to my pantsuits contest, I am happy to announce that Robyn from Crochet by Faye is our winner! I may have to commission one of those. Robyn, your prize will be in the mail soon.
Also thanks to the non-lurkers who delurked last week! It was cool to find out that I already know who most of my readers are.