..and the law won.
So after postponing..and postponing jury duty as long as legally possible, ya girl's been on-call all week, and just knew her ass would get to lay in the cut and not get called and by week's end the whole deal would be OVA...
So I calls in this morning (forgot to call last night), push in my stupid juror ID# and it says "you are scheduled to report to Los Angeles Superior Court this morning at 8 am."
fffffuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk. When I made the call it was 7:42. I was still in my jammies. Ya'll know I'm always late. What?
So, there was a shitload of drama involved in Supa presenting herself to JURY DUTY this morning, she'll give you the details lata. Right now, I'm trying to find a nice spot to barracade myself in the back of the JUROR WAITING ROOM, slap on my headphones, start bumpin Wu-Tang and tap feverishly away on my laptop, because history has shown whenever Supa is amongst a group of new folks, she'll undoubtedly attract the nuttiest muthafucka in the room and be trapped into some wack ass conversation and be pushed to the edge of a mild anxiety attack.
I need some weed.
And I don't see one cutie in the room. NOT ONE