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Despite having hit the snooze alarm three times this morning, I still woke up in plenty of time to get dressed and make it to the court house for jury duty.  So, your guess is as good as mine as to how I ended up leaving the house with only thirty minutes to drive all the way downtown in LA traffic.

Already panicked, I must have misread or misunderstood the directions I scrawled on a napkin, because I ended up in China Town.  I don’t know if this has to do with being a slob, or just being dumb, but it happened…so let’s move on, okay?  I finally found the right street, but realized that I’d have to take the long way back across the city to get to the right address.

Pulling into the courthouse parking lot a full 30 minutes late, I had images of being scolded and publicly shamed running through my head.  Worst of all, I worried that I’d have to come back and do this again, and maybe I’d even have to go back to work today! Oh no!

I pushed and shoved through the line at the metal detectors, and body checked a pregnant woman to land a spot in one of the casket-like elevators.  When I finally burst through the doors of the jury holding cell, I was surprised to discover that absolutely nothing was going on.  I didn’t need to check in.  There had been no orientation or missed important announcements; there wasn’t even a brawny female bailiff there to yell at me.

I quietly took a seat an realized that if there’s any institution that can be counted upon to be more disorganized than I, it’s the United States legal system.  God bless America!

You might think you are bad at following directions, but at least you are not a bat. Bats turn left every time they leave a cave whether it’s where they were planning to go or not.  The next time you invite a bat to a party, give him plenty of time to get there.