Yesterday I had jury duty. I was supposed to arrive at the courthouse at 7:30am, so I set my alarm clock for 6, which I thought was eminently reasonable. Of course, I woke up at 8.
Disregarding all laws of traffic (and several of physics), I was at the courthouse by 8:30. I rushed into the jury assembly room, ran breathlessly up to the man standing behind the podium, and blurted out, “I’m so sorry I’m late! I’m pregnant and my alarm didn’t go off!”
I was neither arrested nor beaten for my transgression. Instead the man looked amused and told me to go sit down. So that was all right.
My day was then long and dull, though I did manage to squeak out of a 70-day criminal trial.
This post has no real point to it, other than to say, what the fuck is this elegy to evangelist Billy Graham doing posted outside the LA Metropolitan Courthouse?