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On Monday and Tuesday, Archie got the same recording. He had now escaped
jury duty for three days, Monday through Wednesday. Only two days to go.
Wednesday afternoon, his friend Gil called, asking Archie if he wanted to
play golf the next morning. Archie said he was on jury duty that week. Gil said,
“Well, no problem! It’s already Wednesday. You’ve made it! There’s no way that
they’re going to call you to jury duty this late in the week.” Archie couldn’t
believe that Gil had said that. Archie knocked several times on his wooden
bookcase, saying that he hoped that Gil was right.
At 5:05 that evening, still worried that Gil had jinxed him, Archie dialed
the 800 number. Sure enough, the recording told him to call back Thursday
between noon and 12:30, instead of the usual 5 p.m. Damn that Gil, Archie
thought.
Thursday, he anxiously called at 12:28. The recording told him that his
jury service was finished! All he had to do was mail in the affidavit that had
come in the white envelope. Archie put the affidavit into an envelope, put a
41-cent first class stamp on the envelope, and drove to the post office.
Whistling as he dropped the envelope into the mailbox, he happily washed his
hands once again of the “privilege” of doing jury service. |
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