Today Lexi and I had to report for Jury Duty. Well, okay, really I was the one who had to report, but I had to take Lexi along since I don't have other options for childcare. One of the court officers at the front door told me to report upstairs and talk to someone there about the fact that I couldn't serve since I am a full-time caregiver. When I arrived in the rather large jury room (with, literally, a hundred other people there), I got quite the welcome. I'm being sarcastic. No sooner had I sat down than the man in charge looked right at me and said, "Why is there a child in the jury room?" I said, "Because they told me to talk to someone up here about it." He said, "No they didn't." I was a bit taken aback by that response since I was, indeed, told that I had to talk to someone up there about Lexi. I said, "What?" and he said again, "No one told you that." I was quite embarrassed as he was treating me like a child and that I didn't know what I was talking about or what I had been told. I said, "Well where am I supposed to go then?" He told me to go to a completely different building down the road and looked away as if he owned the world. I refused to leave without getting the last word in since I am NOT an idiot. Although I don't really remember exactly what I said, I tried to make it clear that I was told to bring Lexi up here and that I didn't appreciate him thinking he knew what I was told since he wasn't there with me.We went over to the other building (the courthouse used in Law & Order) and filled out some paperwork excusing me for the next couple of years. I guess they'll send another summons in a few years.
We had to take a picture to remember the day. Here is Lexi with the Courthouse behind her.


















