Part One: Jury Duty

I've been summoned.

Yep, I got a yellow card in the mail today; return address: Third District Court SLC. They even placed my last name first: Jones, Ashley E., with my address following closely behind. You know they mean business when they put your last name first.

Jury Duty.

I'm to report to the Third District Court tomorrow morning at 8:30 a.m., in business attire. Good thing they clarified the dress code for me on the automated message machine - I probably would have shown up in my Power Ranger footy pajamas. (If you're wondering which color: pink. Come on.) (You're really wondering if I have pink Power Ranger footy pajamas, aren't you? I'm just going to let you keep wondering...)

I would be lying if I said I wasn't excited to participate in this civil duty tomorrow. I'm incredibly intrigued by law and government - I will admit, however, I don't know as much about it as I'd like.

Maybe if I watch The Firm a few more times, I'll be set. Any of John Grisham's movies would have been the perfect prep course for me in putting on my best "juror" face. Frown? Or intense stare? Not sure which one. Tom, a little help please?

Getting a little more serious here, I'm excited to go and be a part of my government tomorrow. I'm sincerely grateful for the opportunity. Who knows if they'll even use me - I work for a pretty conservative and influential company. (I work directly across the street from Temple Square in the great city of Salt Lake... The One who owns the square, owns my job.)


So stay tuned for more on my experience as Juror Number ********. (I don't want you rushing to court tomorrow and stealing my number and place in line.) Please pray that I don't pull an "Urkel" and end up making a visit to the station next door.