A couple of weeks ago, I got tapped for jury duty.
Most people try to get excused, but I actually relish the opportunity to aid in the judicial process and pay my societal dues (plus possibly pick up a subject for a column). However, my enthusiasm waned when I got to the courthouse and began the interminable judicial waiting process.
By the time we were into our third hour, I was reduced to reading carb counts on discarded vending machine packages and notices on the bulletin board. One of the latter struck me as ridiculously simple and useless: "WARNING: it is against the law to carry firearms or explosive devices into this building."
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