It Can Happen to You

They warned me. Don't do it, they said. They will find you, I was told. Put it off as long as possible, friends advised. You'll get caught within six months, my peers disclosed.

But I ignored their cautions and got it anyway. "It" being my DC license. I emerged from the Georgetown DMV after about two hours which I considered to be a victory. Though, when they took my Midwestern license from me I burst into tears in a brief, unexpected identity crisis. Going through with this meant I was no longer a Midwesterner, I was officially a Washingtonian.

And as a Washingtonian, it did happen. Nearly six months later I got the slip in the mail. Jury Duty. Report downtown on x date. No exceptions.

So off I went, skipping my morning shower, looking as dressed down as I could muster, and hoping I would just be there for the day. Needless to say that will not be the case. I have been assigned, advised to clear my calendar for a week, and... told not to talk, blog, tweet, or facebook about it. For now, dear readers, I can disclose no more.

But just know that it can happen to you, too.