"Are you KIDDING ME??? <insert string of profanities here>"
He then paused, took a closer look at the letter in question, then grinned sheepishly and said, "Oh wait, it's not MY name on the envelope. It's yours."
I can't even begin to tell you how excited I was about the letter before I even saw what it was. I mean, based on his reaction you'd have thought I'd just gotten a jury summons or something.
Oh wait. That's EXACTLY what I got.
I have been a registered voter in South Carolina for a little over 7 years now, and have never served jury duty before. So I can't say I'm surprised to have received the summons. However, upon perusing the contents of the envelope, there was one specific line on the summons that left the blood cold in my veins.
Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute. Does that say....they couldn't possibly mean....does that seriously say...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
How, dear reader, am I supposed to keep myself occupied for an ENTIRE DAY whilst sitting in a courtroom waiting to be...juried??? How am I supposed to Twitter-stalk Donnie Wahlberg, update my Facebook status, maintain my fantasy football team, and play Angry Birds without my phone?? How am I supposed to let my husband know how miserable/bored/sleepy/hungry/annoyed I am if I can't text him every five minutes??!?
Don't these people know that my phone is my lifeline to the outside world? Don't they know that my Droid is my BEST FRIEND?!?!?!?
*Pant pant pant pant pant....*
Huh.
*Abby re-reads last paragraph and wonders if she has a problem.*
Maybe a day away from my phone isn't such a bad idea after all.
