Every time a jury summons arrives, I’m reminded of why I chose my blog title.
After my mother moved into a long term care facility, I had all her mail forwarded to my post office box. Some time before she had given me power of attorney.
One day a Jury Summons arrived. I didn’t bother to read it, just noted the date/time in my planner, and tossed it into the “Shit I need to do” folder. Showed up at the Justice Center on the day, handed the summons to a clerk, and took a seat. Again, I didn’t bother to read it. Instead, opened my briefcase and started working.
Names are being called and I heard my mother’s name called. WTF? Then I read the summons and, yes, it had my mother’s name. Being totally cool, went to the window and explained why my mother couldn’t be there.
When my sister heard the story, I was in for even more teasing for the rest of my life. That woman forgets nothing.
Did I learn anything from this? Like read through my mail? Hell no. As my sister explains, you need some patience to be impatience.
Shouldn’t this change now I am mostly retired? Hasn’t yet.