the rural juror

Or the city juror, whatever. (I can't embed, but you should watch)

I am sure you're all dying to know how jury duty was, right? It was short and sweet; I wasn't selected from the pool as one of the 30 needed jurors. End scene, take the MAX home. Which I had to do, because we found that morning that someone had bashed in our back and front passenger window. But luckily my MIL saved the day (and the whole week). We got the windows fixed, found most of our stolen stuff up the street and now have a much emptier (and bonus: cleaner) car.

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