My husband (who now has his own blog Schizo's Memos) was called to jury duty last week. He was selected to be a juror, but was through with the trial by noon. So he called me at work. This is how the conversation went:
Him: I'm already through. Should I go to work?
Me: I wouldn't if I were you! I'd go get in the pool and then take a nap.
Him: I know, but the paper I have to turn into work says what time I was dismissed from the courthouse.
Me: Oh, well, if we're going to lose money over it...go to work!
Him: But I don't want to go back to work.
Me: Well, then don't.
Him: But they'll dock my pay.
Me: Well then do...
You can see how this conversation could go on forever. Finally I tell him to just tell me what he wants me to say. He says he thinks he'll go on in to work.
The next thing I know he's calling again. It went like this:
Him: Well, I'm home.
Me: What happened?
Him: Somebody was already doing the job I was supposed to do, so I went to the foreman and asked him what he wanted me to do.
Me: And what did he say?
Him: He said, "I don't know. Nobody's ever come back to work after jury duty."
Me: (laughing hysterically) You mean, nobody in the history of the company (catching breath from laughter) has EVER come back from jury duty...except YOU? (More laughter.)
Him: I guess so...
Me: So, then what did you do?
Him: I punched out and came home.
Me: (More hysterical laughter.)