five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, July 31, 2002
I don't know what it is, precisely. I feel very on-edge and irritable today. Someone asks for a 'short coffee in a tall cup' -- expecting of course to pay for a medium coffee while filling the tall cup with milk,
thereby making it a large coffee, damned cheapskate -- and I feel like reaching over the counter and ripping their spleen out.
Could be that this week has been hell on earth. Could be that on top of that, I have to go to "juror orientation" tomorrow. I am thirty-something years old and have thus far managed to dodge the jury bullet. After I moved to California I got a summons for my hometown in New York. When I moved to Oregon, I got a summons for -- you guessed it -- the place in California. I stayed in one place too long and the long arm of the law caught up to me. Oh well. As many true crime books as I've read -- and tales of justice gone horribly wrong -- I'm sure I'd make an excellent juror. And probably get myself excused by either prosecution or defense. Heh.
is
this just not enough…?
