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more story stones
Some birds and dinosaurs have joined the picnic.
I was scheduled to have jury duty this morning at 8:00 a.m. sharp, but as I was closing the car door, a court guy leaned outside of the courthouse and told me it is canceled and that I should just go home. Tom was sure that he was a prankster and that I should have someone sign something official so as to verify my arrival at such an early hour. But when I dutifully inquired - he showed me his torn up, raggedy court badge and sort of stared at me until I left. I felt kind of ridiculous; me with my early arrival and carefully planned excuse, and as the door closed behind me on my way out, it was all I could do not to say, "and by the way, just so you know, I couldn't serve on your lousy jury anyway because I have really big breasts that are full of milk and they need to feed my very, very hungry toddler." But, I didn't, and when I opened the car door and saw Tom's bewildered expression, I had one of those way too long laughing sessions that left my belly feeling achy. Not too soon after, I started thinking about the hour of magazine reading I was planning on doing while they would have been organizing their paperwork, and the lunch break where I would have slowly nibbled my food in a *gasp* restaurant, and the shop hopping I would have done as I walked to catch the bus back home. Yeah, it had the potential to be really boring and there was the risk that they would want me to serve for more than three hours, but, oh, how I was looking forward to those three hours. So, at 7:57 a.m. I went home to help my mom cook some eggs and wrangle the kids into clothing, and after seeing them off to the park, I decided to reclaim those three hours.
Here I am typing in a quiet little cafe with internet access and a creamy cafe au lait.