Last February, I was very much looking forward to Valentine’s
Day with my sweetie. We were newly
engaged, and this would be our first February 14th together. But on February 13th, I had jury
duty…
I’m called for jury duty regular as clockwork in
Philadelphia County. And this time I
went in hoping for a quiet day and a nice lunch at Reading Terminal. But no.
After sitting for most of the morning, I got called up for a panel. And after more sitting, maybe interspersed
with lunch, I got picked for a jury. I
was so angry. Not dismayed, but actively
furious. I was on a jury once, and I
hated it. I felt that I was the one
being held prisoner and forced to serve against my will. I grumbled a lot and was extremely, stupidly resentful.
The next day, Valentine’s Day, I reported at the appointed
hour and proceeded to wait with only a couple of others while supposedly, jury
selection continued. I sat, prepared for
a long, horrid day, with only worse days to come. And then…
Miracles!!! Someone
official came in and said that one of the attorneys was ill and they had to
postpone the case. We were
released. Free!!! On Valentine’s Day!
The fairy tale had a
happy ending. Home I flew, and shortly after came my sweetie, who had the
afternoon off!!! Instead of being cooped up
in a jury room, I took a walk with the man I love and sat eating ice cream in
the February sun. Perfect.
This year we will cook and share a nice dinner, go to bed
early, and read to each other with a fuzzy kitty cat at our feet. Likewise
perfect.
Happy Valentine’s Day!!
No comments:
Post a Comment