my physics lab partner and i worked together on a puzzle in the juror's lounge.
i had the worst wet bean and cheese burrito ever at taco station in riverside.
i think i was the only potential juror with a stupid smile on my face the whole time.
the bearded man cried on the jury panel when questioned by the judge about his family.
i'd like to think that dressing professionally helped my cause. i made the first cut, after all.
but apparently the court didn't want any of our opinions anyway. case closed.
i tried, uncle sam. i really tried.
maybe i should've opted for heels, instead of flats?