Just found this gem in my drafts from June 15, 2015:
As some of you may know, I am on Guam jury duty. The glorious civic duty was bestowed upon me in January 2015. The active term was supposed to last for three months but my group has been extended twice so now I'm currently in the throes of my fifth month of service.
On a recent Monday, I had to report in for jury duty at 8:00 a.m. After standing in line for over 30 minutes waiting to check in, I finally grabbed a seat and began my preparations to sit for a good two hours. I had a book, my phone, my iPad, my iPod, and a snack. Around 10:30 a.m. I was called into another room with about 15 other people where we again sat for another 15 minutes. Finally the jury commissioner came in and said whatever they were planning for us to do that morning had fallen through and we were free to go. That's great and all but thanks for having us sit here for over two hours for no reason.
Once I was out to the car I decided to call an orthodontist to see if I could get an appointment to get my retainer repaired or to get fitted for another one. (Full disclosure: My retainer recently broke... my retainer that I've had since I was 16... yea.) I was able to get in to see this orthodontist right away so I stopped at home, grabbed my old retainer, and headed to the ortho. Of course, they weren't able to repair my old retainer (likely story) and I had to get fitted for a new one. Anyone who has been fitted for any time of dental device knows what has to happen. They have to do the molding impressions that is super gag inducing. I started having anxiety about it before I even hit the chair. But it had to be done so .... After a couple minor panic attacks, I had everything done to get my new retainer. I left the ortho and headed to the grocery store to pick up something to make for dinner.
As I'm walking back to the Jeep after leaving the grocery store, there is a teenager getting into the car parked next to mine. I see his door hit the Jeep and as I approach I see an inch or so long scratch. As they are pulling out, I yell at them to stop and yell that they've hit my Jeep. What followed was an hour long debate with some government employees on whether the kid hit the Jeep or not. They called in a maintenance guy to have a look at it (not sure why) and then gave me the number to their supervisor. They eventually left. Shortly thereafter my husband showed up and called to speak to the supervisor. While he's on the phone, the same vehicle, with the same kid in the back, drives by (we're still at the scene of the crime) and the kid starts laughing at us. My head almost exploded.
Luckily, when I was buying groceries for dinner, I bought a bottle of wine too. I cracked that sucker open the second we got home. Greatest Monday ever.
