Jury duty.
While I normally would not mind so much, number one -they are sending me to bloody Riverhead. Middle of nowhere, nearly an hour away. There is a perfectly lovely supreme court up the block -might I just pop in there, instead? Number two -I have to be there at 09.30. Not a morning person. Soooooo not a morning person. Number three -I need to get my car inspected (overdue by two weeks, long story, yes, bad Kelly.) so, I will be driving the giant maroon marshmallow. Number four -it is very likely that I will spend several hours catching up with all the work I miss while there. No cameras, so my phone won'r be allowed in, and I somehow doubt that I will get an unsecured WAP for the laptop. Number five -no sharp pointy objects. I have to remember to remove my leatherman & my corkscrew before hitting security, AND later remember to add the things back in to my bag. Overall, this would appear to be a large pain in the ass. On the flip side, professional jurors may not be the way to go with the justice system, either.