It's 8:10. I have been at jury duty for 10 minutes. There is already a woman I want to, at the very least, pinch really hard. She has been through jury duty 4 times and has never been picked. She told her husband, Ralph (seriously), that she has had it and she is moving out of Fulton County. She is now talking above the din of 200 other Fulton County residents on her cell phone. She likes to use clichés, like "things have a way of working themselves out." "He's a numbers guy." "I'm over it." "He's top man on the totem poll." We all have a thing we repeat when we can't think of a word; her's is blah blah blah. She thinks it would be a good idea to stop voting so she won't get picked anymore for jury duty. Great attitude. I hope she and her ugly Vera Bradley purse are excused very soon.
Oh, and now she's talking about her colonoscopy, her husband's colonoscopy, and all their friends' colonoscopies. Lovely.