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.
