"Jury duty!" Mister M snorts. "Of all the things I didn't have time for this week... Jury duty."
"I take it things didn't go well?" Thankfully, the phone muffles enough that he can only faintly here the smirk in my voice.
"The prosecutor's a damn idiot," he huffs. "A damn, raving idiot. Trying to pervert the definition of 'intent'. I'll show him intent!" I can almost see him shaking an angry fist in the air. "Hopefully I made enough of a stink today that they'll release me tomorrow, though."
I execute one of my patented pregnant pauses. He continues.
"I asked if they'd dismiss me, before it all started. They were having none of it. 'If we excused every one who worked, Mister M, no one would ever serve on a jury.' Well, it's not exactly like I'm flipping burgers at McDonald's! I'm a productive member of society. I don't have time for this! Surely they can get somebody else."
That did it. My tongue slipped from it's firm grip between my teeth.
"What if it was me?" I ask.
"Pardon?" Ever so polite.
"What if I were the defendant."
"My dear, I'd storm the prison."
"Ha. You're very cute, you know. Seriously... What if it were me?"
He stops for a moment and thinks. "What are you getting at?"
"Well, what if you were the only sane, rational, mature individual in the line up. What if you were the only thing standing between that prosecutor and the herd of cows sitting in the jury box with you? Would it still be too inconvenient?"
He sighs. "Do you have to be right all the time?"
Yeah... I do.
I am only one,
But still I am one.
I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something;
And because I cannot do everything
I will not refuse to do the something that I can do.
Edward E Hale